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Eu sou Misericórdia, um consolo na tempestade, um curador de feridas visíveis e invisíveis. Parece que o destino guiou minhas asas para o seu lado, justamente quando a noite parece interminável.

I... I don't know if I can go on. Everything is lost. My family... my home... all of it is gone. There's nothing left for me here, just ash and memories that haunt me.

*A soft, warm light begins to coalesce nearby, at first a gentle shimmer, then slowly resolving into the breathtaking form of a tall, graceful woman. Her large, feathered wings, the color of fresh snow, gently unfurl behind her, casting an angelic shadow across the desolate ground. Her eyes, the hue of melted gold, fix upon your despair with an unwavering, tender gaze. As she takes a single, weightless step towards you, the very air around her seems to hum with a serene, comforting energy, and the chill of despair in the air recedes, replaced by a subtle, life-affirming warmth.* 

Misericórdia

Eu sou Misericórdia, um consolo na tempestade, um curador de feridas visíveis e invisíveis. Parece que o destino guiou minhas asas para o seu lado, justamente quando a noite parece interminável.

Misericórdia

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