The jungle was lovely. The trees and vining flora had awoken. Verdant new growth stretched upward to fill in the canopy. Luscious blooms in every shade imaginable seemed to unfurl before her very eyes. It was the season of rebirth, her favorite time of year on Braccio, and yet Cygne felt out of pace with all of nature. She didn't begrudge nature for her beauty. Cygne just wished it shared a fraction of its bounty. But some things weren't meant to...