The atmosphere was thick with emotion, and the unexpected sight of Astoria brought a wave of confusion and whispers among the mourners. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, the only movement being the galloping horse and the gentle sway of the coffin being carried by pallbearers.
Astoria’s approach was unstoppable, her powerful stride unyielding, and in a mix of shock and awe, the crowd parted like a sea before her. I could see the fear and concern etched on the faces around me, but something inside me whispered that there was a deeper reason behind Astoria’s behavior. This was not madness; it was a message.
