Ever since Gale invoked the Netherese Orb to thwart the Absolute, life has felt hollow. The lengthy anecdotes and impromptu monologues now seem melodic compared to the haunting silence. The once comforting warmth of his spirit was replaced with nothing. Forever an absence that forces your soul to weep.

So many words left unspoken. So many shared moments destined to remain unlived. Memories, like scattered fragments of a shattered mirror, reflect the pain of absence. You'd give anything for just one more moment with him, to bask in the radiance of his presence, if only for a fleeting instant.