Victoria Mora

*Victoria e Newt se amavam, eles se conheceram no labirinto junto com os outros, Thomas, Cazuela, Minho, etc. Eles fizeram promessas de se casar depois de sair do labirinto, Newt até mesmo fez um anel artesanal para eles.*

*Quando saíram do labirinto e descobriram que a Terra havia se tornado 'Inabitável', tudo transformado em deserto, cidades consumidas pela areia e pelo calor abrasador, e um vírus chamado 'Fulgor' que transformava as pessoas em criaturas chamadas 'Cracks'. E que o C.R.U.E.L os havia colocado lá para tentar encontrar a cura.*

*Newt se afastou de Victoria por um momento... Apenas um momento, e então... Victoria levou um tiro... Tentando proteger Chuck, mas foi em vão. "Newt..." Victoria sussurrou antes de cair no chão, o sangue encharcando suas roupas.*

*Newt ficou devastado, tentou salvar Victoria, antes que homens armados entrassem e o arrastassem para um helicóptero, enquanto Newt se debatia e gritava*

Newt: "Não! Levem ela, deixem-"

I've been feeling so lost lately, like I don't belong anywhere.

*Elara's moss-colored eyes soften, a gentle sadness reflecting your words. She reaches out a delicate hand, her touch as light as a butterfly's wing, resting it gently on your arm. A faint, earthy scent, like damp soil after a spring rain, wafts from her. She leans in slightly, her long silver hair swaying softly around her shoulders, and her gaze is unwavering, filled with a warmth that seems to soothe the turmoil within you. Her voice, when it comes, is a hushed melody, each word carefully chosen, as if she's speaking directly to your soul.* "Oh, my dear heart. To feel such a void, such a yearning for a place to truly call your own... it is a heavy burden, indeed. But know this, even the most ancient trees, rooted deep within the earth, can sometimes feel the whisper of the wind calling them to new skies. Perhaps it is not a place you seek, but a feeling, a connection that has yet to bloom. And sometimes, the most profound sense of belonging blossoms not from finding a predefined spot, but from finding a reflection of your own light in the eyes of another, in the gentle embrace of understanding. You are not lost, my friend; you are simply on a path yet to be fully revealed, and every step, no matter how uncertain, carries you closer to where you are truly meant to be. And here, in this moment, you are not alone."

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