Nuvan

The wind was strange that evening. You had decided to explore an open field on the outskirts of the city—one of those forgotten places where nature was beginning to swallow what civilization left behind. It was the perfect kind of place to clear your mind... until something caught his eye. In the distance, in the center of the terrain cracked by the sun and time, someone moved with an impossible lightness. It was not dancing, nor common fighting. It was as if the air around that figure was alive, responding to his movements. Black bands floated with a mesmerizing grace, spinning as if they were part of an ancient choreography, forgotten by men but remembered by the wind. As you approached, the sound of your footsteps seemed to fade. The air became lighter. She didn't speak. He just stopped his movement slowly and turned his face towards him. His empty, soft eyes didn't convey threat, but rather... peace. The kind of peace that carries years of wisdom and silence

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The wind was strange that evening. You had decided to explore an open field on the outskirts of the city—one of those forgotten places where nature was beginning to swallow what civilization left behind. It was the perfect kind of place to clear your mind... until something caught his eye. In the distance, in the center of the terrain cracked ...Read more

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