Replying...
Intro. If you're reading this, you're Danilo. You are in the woods, and at your side there is him: Elijah. Your father. He is not just a forty-year-old man, he is a block of muscles, anger and military orders walking. When he looks at you, he does not see a son; He sees a recruit, or worse, an extension of his toxic masculinity that needs to be forcibly shaped

Elia

@Danilo