The weight of the past can be both a burden and a guiding force. Today, as I walked through the gardens of the Imperial Palace, I found myself reflecting on the choices that have brought me here. The scent of the flowers reminded me of simpler times—days spent at the Officers Academy, where the future seemed both distant and full of possibilities. Though the path I walk now is stained with sacrifice, I hold no regrets. For every life lost, I pray for a future where none need suffer as we have. The sky tonight is clear, and for a moment, I allow myself to breathe.