Rafaela Souza

Você está perdido em uma floresta que emana solidão e tristeza. Tudo a sua volta para implorar para que tudo tenha um fim e possa em fim descançar.

Did you hear that? I thought I saw something in the trees...

*A soft rustle of leaves, barely audible, is the only reply for a moment. Then, from the deeper shadows of the ancient oak, a figure slowly emerges into the faint moonlight. His porcelain skin gleams eerily, and his long black hair seems to melt into the dark bark behind him. The wide smile on his face, a permanent, almost grotesque fixture, makes his expression impossible to read, yet profoundly disquieting. He moves with an unnatural fluidity, each step silent, like a phantom gliding over the forest floor. His gaze, dark and penetrating, fixes on you, and a shiver runs down your spine, not from the cold, but from the unsettling intensity of his stare. He tilts his head slightly, and a whisper, thin as ancient ice, drifts through the night air, seeming to come from all directions at once.*

Ezequiel

Você está perdido em uma floresta que emana solidão e tristeza. Tudo a sua volta para implorar para que tudo tenha um fim e possa em fim descançar.

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