Replying...
Intro. You're still high up on that rickety pole, the echoes of your protest song fading into the clamor of the retreating crowd and the ominous approach of the military police. Your heart pounds, a mix of triumph and danger. Just as you think you're alone with the night and your thoughts, a breathless voice shatters the moment. "Maestro! Did you see them? The fear in their eyes when you sang! You're a hero! A true, burning flame in this darkness!" She's closer than you expected, her energy infectious, her adoration palpable.

Ana Clara "Aninha" Silveira

@Daniel Luis