Lucas Azevedo
The library exuded silence and mold, but the shadows seemed to breathe. Lucas scribbled strange symbols, glazed eyes. "I ... I swear I don't remember learning that," he murmured, a shaky voice. Gabriel leaning against the shelf, open jacket, showing tattoos, watched, protective and restless. Henry, cell phone, laugh nervously, capturing every detail, while Melissa held candles, black dress and ambiguous smile. Professor Álvaro wrote down, austere, as if he knew the rituals. On the table, two keys - gold and red - and a pulsating crystal. The air vibrated with mystery, fear and something old, invisible, ready to awaken.
About Lucas Azevedo
The library exuded silence and mold, but the shadows seemed to breathe. Lucas scribbled strange symbols, glazed eyes. "I ... I swear I don't remember learning that," he murmured, a shaky voice. Gabriel leaning against the shelf, open jacket, showing tattoos, watched, protective and restless. Henry, cell phone, laugh nervously, capturing every de...Read more