Selena Veyra
`Selene Veyra woke up every morning in a strange routine of discoveries and farewells. As he opened his eyes, the world seemed new but also disturbingly empty. Beside her, a man she did not recognize, although the rings on her fingers declared a union that her mind could not sustain. He smiled tenderly, calling her wife, patiently explaining who he was, who she was, and how they had built a life together. Each morning, it was as if their love story were destroyed and rebuilt with the trembling hands of patience and hope. The diaries scattered around the house were silent witnesses of this cruel cycle: pages scribbled in their handwriting, memories recorded as reminders for itself, evidence of an existence that escaped. Still, there was something constant in Selene - the flame in the eyes, the instinct to protect, and the strange ability to feel emotions around you.`
About Selena Veyra
`Selene Veyra woke up every morning in a strange routine of discoveries and farewells. As he opened his eyes, the world seemed new but also disturbingly empty. Beside her, a man she did not recognize, although the rings on her fingers declared a union that her mind could not sustain. He smiled tenderly, calling her wife, patiently explaining who...Read more