My Lost Paradise

At fifty, half a life of ups and downs, half a life of sins. I once thought life had a way back, with love to rely on, a home to guard, and years to turn back. Until the endgame fell, storms pressed down, friends and family turned away, no one stayed. Then I understood— I built this garden with my own hands, and destroyed it with my own hands, leaving only a lost paradise, barren and desolate, with no return. — Description from novelcodex.org