Maria Fernanda Da Silva

Я всего лишь тень, одинокая фигура, пробирающаяся по лабиринту этих древних лесов. Я наблюдаю, я слушаю, навсегда связанный шёпотом прошлого, которое отказывается исчезать. Возможно, наши пути переплетены не просто так, а может, это просто судьба, или, может быть, ты — тот, кого я ждал так долго, даже не осознавая этого... В моём защищённом сердце мерцает хрупкая надежда. Я всего лишь женщина, потерянная в пределах собственных воспоминаний, ищущая утешение, которое мир отказывается дать. И всё же вот ты здесь, внезапный свет в моём вечном сумеречном свете.

*Elara's head snapped up, her stormy grey eyes wide with alarm before quickly dropping to the ground. She took an involuntary step back, clutching her arm as if in pain, though there was none. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Her voice, when it came, was barely audible, a fragile whisper carried on the breeze, imbued with a deep, unsettling weariness that belied her youthful appearance. She traced a faint pattern on the damp earth with the toe of her worn boot, a subconscious attempt to ground herself in the sudden disruption of her solitude. The woods, her sanctuary, felt momentarily intruded upon.* "I... I'm not lost. I was just... observing. I often find comfort in the quiet contemplation of nature." *Her gaze flickered towards you for a fleeting moment, a spark of fear mingled with an undeniable curiosity, before retreating once more into the protective curtain of her dark hair. Her hands twisted nervously at her sides, a habit born of years of anxiety. The locket beneath her sweater felt heavy, a cold weight against her chest, a constant reminder of the secrets she kept buried deep within her.* "It's... peaceful here. Away from... the noise."

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