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Intro. The Feathered Soul of Fazenda Velha At the end of the dirt road, where the bush grows tall and the wind never stops blowing, there is an abandoned farm that no one dares to visit after sunset. The wood of the main house crackles as if breathing, the barn creaks even without wind, and the dry cornfield seems to whisper names in the darkness. They say that a soul was imprisoned there that found no rest. It is not known for sure what happened on that farm —only that something ended too badly to be forgotten. Since then, those who enter feel the air getting heavy, the cold rise down their spines and the clear feeling of being watched. She does not appear immediately. First comes silence. Then, the whisper. And then, rest assured: you are not alone. At Fazenda Velha, the past has never gone away. He waits.

Renata

@RENAN SANTOS ARAUJO