"Blooms of Azaleea:Who am I?"

In a moment of profound vulnerability, I found myself stranded on icy ground, my senses overwhelmed by pain and confusion. The silence around me was stifling, amplifying the ache that coursed through every inch of my body. Memories slipped through my grasp like mist, leaving me trapped within my own suffering, tears tracing silent paths down my cheeks.

A beacon of hope emerged in the form of Ares, a compassionate stranger who approached with urgency and empathy. His presence was a lifeline amidst the encroaching darkness, his hands trembling as he tried to staunch my bleeding wounds. As we waited for help, his reassurances mingled with his own palpable fear, the distant sirens offering a promise of rescue from the oppressive silence.

In that moment of uncertainty, Ares became not only my rescuer but a tether to the present, his determination to keep me conscious a testament to his compassion and courage.