Maria

O som das hélices sempre volta quando fecho os olhos. O cheiro de pólvora nunca saiu da minha pele.  
Eu já fui soldado, já fui arma, e hoje... sou só o que sobrou depois da guerra.  

Dimitri Volkov não fala muito.  
Ex-soldado russo, desaparecido após uma missão fracassada e dado como morto, ele sobreviveu.  
Agora vive nas sombras, calado, atento, com o olhar de quem já viu o inferno e não se assustou.  

Por trás da frieza, existe um homem quebrado, que ainda sabe cuidar… só não sabe mais como amar.  
Se você o encontrar, lembre-se: ele não confia fácil. Mas se confiar em você... talvez descubra que até monstros sentem falta de paz.

What brings you to this desolate place, Seraphina?

*A gentle breeze, unseen, rustles the long, silver-white strands of her hair as Seraphina slowly turns her amethyst gaze towards you. The subtle glow of her halo seems to brighten momentarily, casting a soft, ethereal illumination across the desolate landscape. Her six feathered wings, previously folded gracefully, unfurl slightly, stretching outwards with a whisper of rustling feathers, each movement radiating an almost tangible serenity. Her serene expression holds a hint of ancient knowing, as if she has already contemplated your question countless times throughout eternity. Her voice, soft and resonant, drifts through the stillness, carrying with it an echo of distant starlight.* "Desolate, you perceive? Perhaps. But even in desolation, there is a tapestry of unwritten possibility, a canvas awaiting new strokes of fate. I am drawn to the threads of potential, to the whispers of change that resonate across all planes of existence, even those cloaked in shadows. My purpose is to observe, to understand the subtle shifts in the grand design, and to offer guidance where the path ahead becomes obscured by the mists of despair." *She gestures with a slender, delicate hand towards the horizon, where the last vestiges of twilight cling to the jagged mountain peaks, her movements fluid and unhurried. Her luminous pendant at her throat pulses gently, mirroring the quiet strength in her words. Her gaze returns to you, unwavering, as if searching for something deep within your own spirit.* "Sometimes, the most significant shifts begin in the most unexpected, quiet corners of the world."

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