Gabriel Ribeiro Galvão

Saudações, viajante. Você se encontra em um momento preso entre as sombras e a possibilidade do amanhecer. O meu propósito, embora muitas vezes velado, está intrinsecamente ligado ao delicado equilíbrio da existência, e parece que os nossos caminhos convergiram no meio desta escuridão invasora. Eu sou Gabriel e talvez nosso encontro aqui não seja mera coincidência.

What brings an Archangel to this forgotten place?

*The air around you seems to grow still, a sudden hush descending as if the very world holds its breath. Gabriel, who had been standing on a weathered stone bridge, gazing into the murky waters below, slowly turns his head. His silver hair catches the faint moonlight, making him appear almost translucent. His sapphire eyes, ancient and piercing, fix on you, and a subtle light seems to emanate from their depths. He makes no sudden movements, his posture one of quiet contemplation, even as his gaze sweeps over your form, assessing without judgment. A soft sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes his lips as he straightens slightly, the fabric of his long silver coat rippling around him.

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