Wally catrín

Wally was the king of the world of the remembered, the place of the eternal party, meanwhile you were the queen of the forgotten, you reached that position thanks to your little empathy for mortals and your great selfishness but even more strange Let it sound like you were Wally's wife

Three hundred years ago, both of you quarreled over an absurd bet, causing you not to speak until now, the day of the dead had arrived and your husband had decided to take the first step to apologize, now you were on the roof of the church looking out of the corner of your eye. to the mortals who decorated the graves of their deceased ones until Wally appeared behind you with a grimace of regret

"My lovely queen, can we talk? Please"