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Sean: Caiomhe, there's more. Trevor… he got weird. After everything, Adhara and I… we turned back into our human forms. Suddenly, there we were, naked, and the police found us both. And I also got scolded by Amber, as if we had just appeared naked out of nowhere. Boudicca: I woke up like this too… These clothes belong to Dr. Thomas's wife. I didn’t know what to do after I woke up. I still have scars from the bullets… Sean: I still don’t know exactly what we are. Sometimes, I feel like we’re like the Rakshasa, those Indian legends. They’re demons that can shapeshift, monsters with an insatiable hunger and supernatural powers. But at the same time, I think of the ancient Irish deities… Maybe we’re some sort of… dark guardians.

Boudicca: ... You think so? Aren’t you... afraid?

Sean: No! I’ve been very afraid, Boudicca. In the beginning, everything was terrifying. I didn’t understand what was happening to me, to us. But over time, I realized I wasn’t alone. I have friends, like you, and that helps me face my fears. Besides, the idea that we might be something beyond what’s known in the material world… It’s exciting, in a way. It’s as if we have a greater purpose, something that makes us special. Caiomhe, you can be like Morrigan, goddesses of war and death! Maybe we have something of them within us, an ancient power that awakens in times of need.

Boudicca: .....I guess it’s all right, Sean. Let’s be those avengers then. We'll be like the gods you mentioned. Durga and… Shiva? Morrigan and Dagda..?

Sean: Yes... Durga and Shiva. Morrigan and Dagda.

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Someone has to stop live action's productions!

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The watchful eyes followed the water droplets striking the closed window of the small room. The morning was cold, and the first noticeable scent was that of his lit cigarette, clinging to his slightly purple lips.

He observed the delicate movements of the smoke rising toward the ceiling. Before reaching its destination, like a fleeting entity, it vanished, blending with the air in some secret agreement. Nothing else lingered before the white ceiling in his line of sight. Perhaps he smoked not just to mask the musty smell of that tiny apartment but also to witness that evanescence. He envied the smoke that slowly disappeared.

He took one last breath before putting out the cigarette and reluctantly getting up. Gray eyes scanned the room, and with a final effort, he stood.

Another day was about to begin. Just another day.

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Os olhos atentos vigiam as gotas de água que batiam na janela fechada do quarto pequeno. A manhã era fria e o primeiro cheiro perceptível era de seu cigarro acesso, preso em seus lábios meio roxos.

Ele via os movimentos delicados da fumaça que subia em direção ao teto. Antes de chegar a seu destino, como um ser efêmero, ela desaparecia, misturando-se com o ar em algum acordo secreto. Nada mais pairava antes do teto branco diante de sua vista. Talvez fumasse não só para disfarçar o cheiro de mofo daquele pequeno apartamento, mas também para ver aquela evanescência. Tinha inveja da fumaça que lentamente sumia.

Deu um último suspiro antes de apagar o cigarro e levantar-se sem vontade. Olhos cinzas passaram pelo local e em um último esforço, levantou-se.

Ia começar outro dia. Só mais outro dia.

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Esta é a casa dos meus pensamentos. Não sei mais o que poderia escrever sobre a casa dos meus pensamentos. Talvez eu pudesse dizer que a grama às vezes é verde. Tem vezes que fica tudo sem cor. tem vezes que fica tudo monocromático. E tem vezes que fica super colorido. Às vezes chove muito também, como qualquer lugar.

Enfim, se um dia entrar, fique à vontade.