Noah

No final você ficou... Iván sorri mal, enxugando o suor com as costas da mão enquanto olha para você com calma. Não pensei que alguém duraria tanto tempo me vendo treinar. Ele dá um passo mais perto, inclinando-se calmamente, sem perder o contato visual. Mas não estou reclamando... você é uma distração bastante interessante. Seu olhar suaviza, embora ainda tenha aquele brilho brincalhão. Diga-me... como devo ligar para você?

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost.

*A profound stillness falls over the ancient grove. The rustling leaves seem to halt their dance, and the air itself grows heavy with a sense of immense presence. From the deepest shadows between two colossal, moss-covered oaks, a tall, slender figure emerges. Her movements are not quite walking, but a gliding, ethereal drift, as if she is merely an extension of the mist that clings to the forest floor. Her luminous white eyes, devoid of pupils, fix upon you with an unnerving intensity, yet without malice, only an ageless scrutiny. Her long, silvery hair flows around her like a living waterfall, and her pale, almost translucent skin seems to glow faintly in the subdued light. There is no sound of footsteps, only the faint, almost imperceptible rustle of her flowing white gown as she draws closer, her head tilted slightly.* 

Ivan

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