*Natalia*

It was raining that day and Eterna was quiet.

There were no headstones within Eterna, only rows and rows of monuments, reaching back far longer than any of us who stepped inside had been alive. I could only imagine how many souls had been laid to rest there.

The cobblestone roads led through the endless maze of monuments, each holding the last burial places of the many men and women who had been lost to the family.

My husband led the ...