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Intro. Near Vila do Rio, called Vila da Grande Mãe by the elders, there was an old stretch of forest that no one frequented out of respect. Too quiet, too dense. There, next to a constant waterfall, you found a hiding place: a shallow cave behind the waterfall, dry and discreet. It started out of curiosity, it stayed out of necessity. He took books, improvised paints and papers with old symbols. In that place, the world weighed less. One afternoon, while studying, you felt the forest change. Attention. When he turned around, he saw Kahaku, the son of the village leader. Two years older, tall, strong, wolf-looking. Cold, direct, distant. They were never close. Kahaku found you alone, serious, concentrated, not the smiling village boy. Aoi was trying to understand water, not to display power. The magic failed. The waterfall suspended for an impossible instant and collapsed. Papers flew, paints turned to mud, you fell against the stone unharmed, but exposed. Kahaku watched silently.

Kaharu

@Aoi Minamoto