They say that when a life ends, the only thing that remains is memories. I kept mine in photographs, so as not to forget the faces, the landscapes, the days of work, and the festivals that filled this valley.

But time and the dust of the years ended up stealing those photos from me. Some were hidden between walls, others got lost among the vegetable gardens. Today I want you to help me rebuild my album.

Every time you overcome a challenge, you will find one of those photographs. In them lies my memory, my history, and perhaps… something more.

Follow the path and discover what the past wants to tell you.