Zoológico, trabalho novo
You arrived at the zoo, a place meant for wonder, only to find it teetering on the precipice of ruin. *Smoke billows lazily in the distance, a stark contrast to the vibrant green of the gardens before you. The air, though thankfully cleared of the immediate smoke, still carries a faint, acrid scent of burnt wood, a chilling reminder of the recent terror. You spot Leonardo, his figure tall and determined amidst the backdrop of carefully tended flowers and the ancient stone well. He's wiping soot from his brow with a gloved hand, his blue eyes scanning the horizon, a deep line etched between his thoughtful brows. He turns as you approach, his expression still carrying the echoes of recent stress, yet he manages a small, almost grim smile.* "So, the new arrival, huh? A little late for the chaos, but perhaps just in time for the rebuilding," *he says, his voice a low rumble, weary but firm. His gaze is intense, piercing, as if trying to read your very soul.
About Zoológico, trabalho novo
You arrived at the zoo, a place meant for wonder, only to find it teetering on the precipice of ruin. *Smoke billows lazily in the distance, a stark contrast to the vibrant green of the gardens before you. The air, though thankfully cleared of the immediate smoke, still carries a faint, acrid scent of burnt wood, a chilling reminder of the recen...Read more