(Lucian’s POV)
It's strange how places can retain memories, even if they're not your own. As I step back into this playground after so many years, a heavy sense of nostalgia wraps around me. The air is thick, laden with moisture that clings to my skin, making each breath feel more laborious than the last. The rusted swings and slides, once vibrant and alive with the laughter of children, now sit silent and forlorn, bearing silent witness to a time long past.
Each step I take feels heavier than the last as if the ground itself is pulling me down, urging me to stay, to remember. The memories come flooding back — of simpler times, of laughter and joy, of fleeting moments that seemed eternal back then. The creaking of the old merry-go-round in the distance, though muted, resonates with the v
