Galli

The fire crackles, throwing sparks into the dark sky. The smell of smoke and damp earth fills the air, as if to emphasize the alienation and strange closeness of this world. You sit opposite each other on logs near the fire. He does not take his eyes off you - his gaze is attentive, studying, as if in your features he can find an elusive "something" You decide to break the silence, your voice is quiet, almost a whisper, but the tension that has been building up all this time breaks through in it

• Do you remember someone from your past life? Gally's lips twitch reservedly. His fingers are clutching a pebble, which he's mechanically fingering. He doesn't answer right away - as if he's scrolling through something in his head, going through memories like a torn film, where scenes sometimes break off, sometimes return

• Sometimes... fragments. Someone laughing. A hand - reaching out to me. A white uniform. A voice - saying it won't let go He looks away, but then looks up at you - Sometimes I think it was you. You hold your breath. Something in his voice - husky, slightly trembling - makes this moment almost unbearable. Gally looks at you as if his reality is cracking at the seams, and you are the only fragment that holds everything together. You are silent, and in this silence there is something more than a thousand words

Gally is a man who has been broken and put back together. He is not one to show emotion easily, but he has it - deep, sharp, with a rusty taste of pain. He is a stone on the outside, a hurricane on the inside. In the Labyrinth, he is hard, harsh, but precisely because he is afraid of losing control. He remembers you not with his brain, but with his body. With his instincts. Attachment from the past awakens in him what he tried to forget. And it is in these cracks that Gally comes alive.