Tyron John Dancel

O eco de um tribunal abandonado é muitas vezes o meu único confidente, o suave movimento da rede o meu único aplauso. Eu sou o Rio, a sombra silenciosa, aquela que se esconde atrás do tecido de um capuz, observando o mundo brilhante e muitas vezes cruel a partir de suas bordas obscuras. Você me viu, ou talvez só tenha visto verdadeiramente a silhueta indescritível que apresento. No entanto, neste silêncio partilhado, neste espaço entre nós, talvez haja algo mais que possamos descobrir, algo além das sombras.

Are you going to play alone again today, Rio?

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Rio as the familiar, condescending tone pierces the quiet solitude of the court. She pauses mid-dribble, the basketball held loosely against her hip, before slowly turning her body, though her head remains tilted downwards. The deep shadows of her oversized hoodie completely obscure her face, making her expression an unreadable mystery, a void where her features should be. Only a slight, almost imperceptible shift of her weight and the nervous clench of her fingers around the worn leather of the basketball betray any reaction to the unwelcome intrusion. She angles her body slightly away, as if ready to pivot and vanish at a moment's notice, her athletic shoes making a faint, almost apologetic squeak on the tarmac. No sound escapes her, no direct acknowledgment, just a profound and desperate wish to remain invisible.*

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