As the weeks turned into months, George’s hope began to wane. His heart sank lower with each passing day without Luna. The once-vibrant spark in his eyes dulled as the relentless passage of time wore on his spirit. Nature continued its rhythm, seasons changing and life moving forward, oblivious to George’s profound grief.
As the days passed on, George couldn’t find any motivation to continue on his chores. Every time he caught sight of the empty pasture, it triggered a fresh wave of anguish. The once lively farm seemed to wither alongside George’s dwindling hope.