In June in Zylos, even the wind carried a sense of urgency.
But the Rivenwood Cemetery on the outskirts of the city seemed like another world, surrounded by dense greenery, rare and refreshing coolness emerging.
This season, Qingming Festival had long passed, and the Ghost Festival was still far away. The cemetery was quiet, with only the occasional breeze stirring a few dead leaves, making it even more desolate.
Emily Parker wore a neatly tailored black silk dress, with a small pearl brooch pinned at the collar.
She held a bouquet of white flowers in her arms.
Beside her, her son Aaron Yardley was also dressed in black, but he wore a more lively short-sleeved black T-shirt and sports shorts, with white sneakers on his feet.
He wore a pair of children's sunglasses, his eyes behind the lenses curiously observing this quiet place.
Emily stopped at a well-maintained tombstone. The photo on it was old but meticulously clean.
