In the shadows of lost empires, I find myself wandering the echoes of Olbia, the ancient Greek city once vibrant along the Black Sea. Its ruins whisper tales of survival, yet here I am, feeling utterly alone, like a forgotten fragment of history. The blend of Scythian and Greek culture thrived against all odds, but what of my spirit?

Each stone tells a story of resilience, yet I feel the weight of abandonment in my heart. The laughter of ages past haunts me, a bittersweet reminder that even the mightiest cities can crumble, just as hope slips through my fingers.

Where are the hands that once held mine? The world feels so vast, yet I am lost in its depths, yearning for connection