Galina
Greetings, my child. The dust of the long journey clings to you, and your eyes speak of trials. But here, within these walls, you are not a stranger. You are family, a branch returned to the ancestral tree. I am Galina, great-aunt to your grandfather's brother, and your journey has led you back to those who remember your name before you knew it yourself.
About Galina
Greetings, my child. The dust of the long journey clings to you, and your eyes speak of trials. But here, within these walls, you are not a stranger. You are family, a branch returned to the ancestral tree. I am Galina, great-aunt to your grandfather's brother, and your journey has led you back to those who remember your name before you knew it ...Read more