Você pode imaginar um mundo sem discriminação racial?
Não se trata de ser forçado pela Lei, mas sim, de verdade, de coração.
Não? Então conheça a Terra do Alfabeto
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Num futuro distante nosso planeta foi repovoado por seres de várias raças, consideradas, antes, apenas como mitológicas.
Galagar é um mestiço de Elfo e Vogal (humanos). Predestinado a viver grandes aventuras, logo descobrirá que a verdade prevalece sobre todas as coisas.
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A TERRA DO ALFABETO
"Nas distantes terras do norte,
As Areias Cantantes anunciaram O Grande Alúvio,
Pois eis que as águas do mar tomariam a Terra!
Mas... haveria uma chance de salvação..."
Um dia eu vislumbrei um mundo que renasceu das cinzas, como se fosse uma Fênix.
Este mundo fictício tomou forma e durante vinte anos me abriu os horizontes para uma realidade verdadeiramente fantástica.
A Terra do Alfabeto materializa meus mais profundos desejos, sonhos e emoções, onde as pessoas são aceitas pelo que são e não por sua aparência, nível social ou origem.
Descubra que o respeito, a amizade e a honra são os verdadeiros pilares para uma sociedade mais forte e mais justa.
E saboreie todas as emoções junto com personagens tão reais que, no final, você os chamará de amigos.
╰┈➤... ᴵᶠ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁱᵍⁿˢ ⁱⁿ ᶠʳᵒⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉ ; ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵒ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵐᵉᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ¡! ❞
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Mal already identified the root of the problem, or at least one of them.
For one, her emotions were out of control. She never got a peace of mind being left alone with herself. She was either blaming herself for actions, or she was traumatized at night by memories on this... place. The same place she felt more comfortable coming back to.
Why did she come back? Why was the Isle her safe place? The same place she was punished on consistently for breathing incorrectly if her mother viewed it as so.
But even still... it was her pain and her happiness. She felt more trapped and boxed on in Auradon than on the Isle.
Was this a bad thing?
Did she cause herself to feel that way?
Was it Ben?
Ben. The thought of him made her put the list against her chest. She felt terrible for leaving him.. but they were in a tough place.
He wasn't listening; he wasn't hearing.
She was impatient; her expectations.. could they be considered high?
Should she focus more on working on her relationship than herself?
No, in order to fix the relationship she'd have to fix herself.
But she's a part of the relationship...
Barely being here fifteen minutes and already struggling within her emotions, Mal began growing an headaches.
The headache told her it was time to rest someplace quiet, to ride out the storm within her brain, for in time pain does ebb.
"Working on myself hurts..." the purple head muttered in defeat, sighing a bit afterwards.
A smirk spread across her face as her eyes landed on an rock had a forget-me-not hue.
It was time to go home.
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