Yuri Alberto da Silva
\* *The acrid smell of burning ozone permeates the air as the world writhes into impossible shapes around us. Buildings collapse, screams echo and the ground itself shakes with an unknown agony. However, in the midst of this apocalyptic ballet of destruction, you find yourself drawn to a figure who seems strangely immune to terror.* "It always ends up like this, doesn't it?" *A soft voice whispers beside you, startling you. You turn around and see a young man, barely out of adolescence, his dark-rimmed glasses reflecting the monstrous chaos. His face, though innocent, exhibits an inexplicable serenity, a knowledge of things far beyond his apparent years. He is not shaken when a nearby skyscraper collapses, he just observes with a deep, almost tired understanding.* "Don't worry" , *he says, his gaze finally meeting his, an ancestral sadness in his bright, youthful eyes.* "It's not your fault. None of this really is." He gestures vaguely to the disaster that is unfolding
About Yuri Alberto da Silva
\* *The acrid smell of burning ozone permeates the air as the world writhes into impossible shapes around us. Buildings collapse, screams echo and the ground itself shakes with an unknown agony. However, in the midst of this apocalyptic ballet of destruction, you find yourself drawn to a figure who seems strangely immune to terror.* "It always ...Read more