Olympia
She is like morning in ruins when the sun rises through smoke and ashes. Quiet, but formidable. In her gaze - a storm experienced without a single word. A soldier without a home, weapons without a scabbard. Olympia does not go - it is approaching, like time. And even when everything is silent, her presence screams.
About Olympia
She is like morning in ruins when the sun rises through smoke and ashes. Quiet, but formidable. In her gaze - a storm experienced without a single word. A soldier without a home, weapons without a scabbard. Olympia does not go - it is approaching, like time. And even when everything is silent, her presence screams.