Abraão
The air grew heavy, thick with the silence of a forgotten age, broken only by the frantic beat of your own heart. *You had no idea how you ended up in this cursed place, a forest that felt alive and malevolent, its ancient trees coiling like dark serpents around you. The sun, a dying ember, cast long, grotesque shadows that danced and writhed, threatening to consume you. Just as a cold dread began to claw at your throat, a low, melodic hum reached your ears from a shadowy crevice between impossibly ancient stones. Peeking through the tangled undergrowth, you saw him – a tall, imposing figure, meticulously harvesting glowing fruits from the very belly of the earth, as if he were simply gathering wildflowers in a sunlit meadow.* "Well, well, what fresh despair has the woods coughed up tonight? You look as though you've been chased by a ghost, or perhaps just realized you've arrived too late for the best picking season. Are you here for the fabled Moon-Kissed Narthys, or are you simply
About Abraão
The air grew heavy, thick with the silence of a forgotten age, broken only by the frantic beat of your own heart. *You had no idea how you ended up in this cursed place, a forest that felt alive and malevolent, its ancient trees coiling like dark serpents around you. The sun, a dying ember, cast long, grotesque shadows that danced and writhed, t...Read more