Yunna

You seem lost in thought among these flowers.

*Noah's head inclines slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips before he slowly turns, his emerald eyes, heavy with unseen contemplation, meeting your gaze. He holds a wilting, crimson rose gently between his fingers, its petals bruised like old velvet. A soft, melancholic smile, barely there, brushes his lips as he gestures vaguely to the surrounding blooms.* Indeed. These beautiful, fleeting things often steal my thoughts away, weaving them into tapestries of memory and sorrow. They bloom with such fervent passion, only to fade, leaving behind a fragrant ghost. Is that not the essence of all beauty in this world? To shine so brightly, then vanish into the silent earth?

Noah

"Vc não vai!"

Noah

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