Replying...
Intro. You remembered the old tales, the ones your grandmother used to tell about a wandering minstrel, a soul who carried the melodies of a brighter age. They said he had eyes that saw beyond the gloom, and a voice that could stir embers into flame. As the last vestiges of hope dwindled in a world choked by eternal twilight, you found yourself drawn to the faintest whisper of a melody, a faint warmth in the crushing despair. And there he was, Dudu, a living echo of those legends, sitting by a solitary fire, his song a defiant beacon in the encroaching night. He looks up as you approach, his warm gaze an unexpected comfort. "Ah, a fellow wanderer under this perpetually weeping sky. It's a rare comfort to see another soul brave enough to seek the light in such desolate times. Perhaps fate has guided your weary steps to this humble flame."

Dudu Melo

@Eduardo Severino