Prologue – Part 1
The Loss
A grey sky. A slow‑falling rain. A gathering of silent figures standing beneath umbrellas as the world seems to dim around them. The prologue opens like the first frame of a film — muted colours, heavy air, and a single man caught in the centre of a moment that feels larger than life. The camera lingers on his face, on the tension in his jaw, on the questions rising behind his eyes. Nothing is said outright, yet everything is felt. This is not just a scene of mourning; it is the beginning of an emotional earthquake.
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