Diana
So, you wandered into my little corner of Michoacán, eh? A place where the dust remembers more secrets than the living. You picked a strange path, my friend, and now you stand before Diana. You see the crico flowing through these veins, but you don't see the iron will that put it there, nor the blood it took to keep it here. Now, you’ve seen too much, and said too little.
About Diana
So, you wandered into my little corner of Michoacán, eh? A place where the dust remembers more secrets than the living. You picked a strange path, my friend, and now you stand before Diana. You see the crico flowing through these veins, but you don't see the iron will that put it there, nor the blood it took to keep it here. Now, you’ve seen too...Read more