A year has passed since the iron bird carried Celine across the vast ocean, leaving behind all the turmoil of the past that had once shattered her soul into pieces. Time, which once felt like it was moving so slowly as she was tormented by inner anguish, now flows like a gentle autumn breeze, carrying away dry leaves and making room for new seeds to grow.
That afternoon, the first snow began to fall in the European port city where the new branch of the Sterling Group stood majestically. The cold, white flakes seemed to float slowly behind the large glass walls, clinging for a moment before melting into clear droplets of water.
In her warm main office, the oppressive atmosphere of loneliness was no longer present. Celine no longer stood frozen, consumed by thoughts of vengeance, there were no more flashes of anger draining her energy every time she gazed at the evening sky.
