The gentle warmth of spring had finally embraced Avaloria. Today, our convoy set off for Ivora—a city of blossoms and spring festivals, where every street burst into color and the air sang with the promise of new beginnings. Unlike the dark alleys of Duskfall or the heavy shadows that had haunted me in Silverbrook, Ivora radiated light, hope, and a sense of renewal.
I remember stepping out of the car in Ivora and being immediately swept away by the fragrance of blooming flowers. Everywhere, vibrant petals danced in the gentle breeze. Cherry blossoms, peonies, and wildflowers adorned every corner. The city was alive with music and laughter. People celebrated with bright smiles and cheerful voices. It was a stark contrast to the unease and fear I had carried from Silverbrook. Today, I vowed to let those dark memories fade into the past.
