Days Passed.
Inside a large hall, the soft sounds of a choir echoed—gentle voices, slow violins, and the low, melodic hum of singers gathered in the corner. The music was slow and mournful, weaving through the air as people sat in grief. Some cried quietly, parting their gaze from the world as sorrow held them close, like a hunger that could never be sated.
Lilia and Zethan sat together, in a section of the hall designated especially for them. Both were dressed in solemn black. Zethan wore a sleek black suit with matching pants and polished shoes, while Lilia was dressed in a flared black gown that reached her ankles. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun, adorned with a few elegant pins.
