[The Church and its surroundings remained quiet, except for the sound of some droplets of water whom fell and echoed within the Church as it was empty.]

[Yeva was leaning her back against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest as she thought, lost in her own mind. Her head turned towards whoever opened the portico of the Church. She straightened herself as she was cautious yet welcoming.]

♰ “Привет, путешественник. Кто ты и почему бродишь по этому разрушенному месту ?„ ♰