Chapter 8

As Osiris rose from his bed, he felt a sense of unfamiliarity settling in his mansion, now inhabited solely by his presence. The solitude echoed in the halls, a stark contrast to the days when laughter and shared moments filled the air. Descending the stairs, he found himself in the kitchen, an activity he had not engaged in for a while.

As he started to cook, memories flooded back to him – memories of cooking with Summer, sharing the joy of preparing meals together. It was as if her presence lingered in the kitchen, guiding his hands as he chopped vegetables and stirred pots. A bittersweet smile formed on his lips, a mixture of nostalgia and pain. He realized that he was making the same dish they had often enjoyed, a dish that had become a symbol of their togetherness.

At first, the act of cooking brought a sense of contentment. The familiarity of the ingredients and the rhythmic motions eased his mind, providing a momentary respite from the turmoil he had been grappling with. As he