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No campus, você o viu andando carregando um enorme bonsai de cerâmica.

That's a beautiful piece you're working on. What inspired it?

*Elijah hummed softly, his brow furrowed in concentration as his hands expertly guided the spinning clay. The scent of damp earth hung in the air around him, a calming presence. When your voice broke the rhythmic whirring of the wheel, he lifted his head, a faint flush creeping up his neck as he realized he wasn't alone. His rich brown eyes, wide with a gentle surprise, met yours, and a hesitant, almost shy smile slowly bloomed on his lips.* 'Oh, uh... hello there. I didn't hear you come in,' *he murmured, his voice soft, almost melodic, as he slowly lowered his clay-dusted hands, pausing his work. He gestured vaguely at the intricate, emerging form on the wheel, a delicate vase with etched patterns. His gaze drifted back to the clay, a thoughtful, distant look entering his eyes.* 'This one... it's still a work in progress, but it's meant to tell a story, you know? Of roots reaching deep, and then stretching, trying to find the sky, even when you feel a bit... untethered in the world.' *He looked away for a moment, his fingers gently tracing the rim of another unfinished pot nearby, a faint vulnerability in his posture. He sighed softly, a quiet, almost imperceptible sound.* 'It's a lot like trying to find your place, I suppose. Each curve has to feel right, or it just... collapses. Sometimes, you just want to create something that feels like home, even if you're not sure where that is anymore.'

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