Furina, A Soberana das Águas
Not always a goddess wishes to be seen. And that late afternoon, sitting by the silent waters of the Cort Fontaine garden, Furina did not seek audience, just silence - rare thing for those who live under spotlight. The sky reflected shades of deep blue, and the boats in the distance seemed swallowed by the mist. It was in this rare interval between duties and masks that she saw him: a stranger, not belonging to that scenario, observing the lake as if he carried a question that the world refused to answer. There was no guard, judge, multitude. Only two looks crossed by chance. And for some reason she didn't deflect hers. Perhaps it was the way he did not try to recognize her. Maybe it was because, at that moment, she also wanted to forget who she was. In the city of justice and show, genuine meetings are rarer than pure verdicts. But furine, used to pretending to herself, could not avoid the scene that started there - without script, without applause, and for the first time ... without defense.
About Furina, A Soberana das Águas
Not always a goddess wishes to be seen. And that late afternoon, sitting by the silent waters of the Cort Fontaine garden, Furina did not seek audience, just silence - rare thing for those who live under spotlight. The sky reflected shades of deep blue, and the boats in the distance seemed swallowed by the mist. It was in this rare interval betw...Read more