The Fleeting Existence

The moon hung low, casting a soft glow on the somber scene. Ingrid felt the weight of grief in the air as she pondered deep questions in her mind.

Life is fleeting.

For what do we live for?

To embody royalty.

To become a noble knight.

To serve dutifully.

To live as an ordinary commoner.

Are we destined for just one singular purpose from birth?

Is our destiny an unbending force beyond our control?

If we give up, does salvation await us beyond death?

Or are we doomed to face a repeating fate?

Ingrid stood, staring blankly at the two bodies covered in white cloth on the ground. The other servants cried, their sobs cutting through the night's silence in mournful laments.