บท 395: Epilogue - Part 1

147 years later...

In the heart of autumn, a tranquil cemetry was bathed in a golden afternoon light. The canopy above was a tapestry of vibrant hues—deep reds, brilliant oranges, and shimmering yellows.

Leaves drifted lazily from the branches, carpeting the ground in a crunchy mosaic. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, carrying the earthy scent of fallen leaves and the faint aroma of pine. Sunlight filtered through the foliage, casting dappled shadows that danced with the movement of the branches.

Emily watched as her family members whispered their last words to her as they left flowers at her tombstone that was just placed there not so long ago. It was such an unexpected weather. She didn't expect her farewell from this world to be this warm, sunny, and colorful.