Briseis sat alone, her delicate frame bathed in the golden embrace of the afternoon sun. The warm breeze caressed her skin, carrying with it the soothing rustle of leaves dancing in the air. In the distance, chiropractor birds flitted about, their wings slicing through the wind as they moved in rhythmic harmony. She watched them with an unreadable expression, her thoughts drifting like the leaves carried by the gentle gusts.
It had been several months since she had left behind everything she once knew and moved to Tenebria. A decision she had made entirely on her own.
She had needed this change—needed an escape, both from the suffocating remnants of her past and from the ghosts that lurked within the familiar walls of Troy. Remaining in the Trojan lands had felt like drowning in a sea of painful memories, each wave pulling her deeper into the abyss of her past suffering.
