Elias sat by the bedroom window, his cane leaning against his chair. He was watching his family hold a gathering in the manor’s gardens, once again unable to attend due to an episode of malaise.

He was observing solemnly, his eyes filled with a quiet longing. A deep aura of loneliness emanated from him like a gloomy fog.

A soft, melancholic sigh left his lips. "If only..." He trails off, his wishes of being able to participate dying away defeatedly as he winces in pain.