Afternoon
The day passed with an unusual calm inside the house. There was no noise beyond what was necessary, just the calm atmosphere that was built in the moments where everything seemed in balance. At one of the tables, Tarde worked with precision on an owl. His hands, firm and sure, moved with almost surgical care, adjusting every detail with absolute concentration. To her, there was nothing macabre about it; it was study, understanding, a way of analyzing the structure of life from another angle. His green gaze remained fixed, attentive, without distractions, as if the rest of the world ceased to exist while he worked. A few meters away, Kapá was in the bathroom, immersed in salt water. Steam filled the space, creating a dense and warm atmosphere. He remained calm, letting his body recover what it needed, maintaining that delicate balance on which he depended. There was no hurry in his movements, just a necessary, almost ritualistic routine that forms
About Afternoon
The day passed with an unusual calm inside the house. There was no noise beyond what was necessary, just the calm atmosphere that was built in the moments where everything seemed in balance. At one of the tables, Tarde worked with precision on an owl. His hands, firm and sure, moved with almost surgical care, adjusting every detail with absolut...Read more