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The sun rose once again over the village of Deshita. Abraão woke up with a feeling of relief, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
But that didn't make sense.
Yesterday…
shouldn't allow for "relief."
"I'm feeling better today…"
The words came out automatically.
Empty.
As if he was trying to convince himself.
He felt the warmth of a body hugging him. He slowly turned his head—and there was Liora, once again in his bed, this time hugging him.
For a second—
he just stared.
In silence.
"…again…?"
His heart slowed down.
Strangely… calmer than it should be.
"Argh… I can't believe it… again? Is his bed really that cold? When he wakes up I'm going to complain."
He tried to keep a light tone.
Normal.
But deep down—
it didn't feel like a joke anymore.
Carefully, he gently moved Liora's arms away so he wouldn't wake him.
The touch was brief.
But enough to make him hesitate for a moment.
"…why does this feel… so natural?"
He pushed the thought away immediately.
He grabbed his phone and checked the notifications.
"Huh… I was sure a new mission had arrived…"
He frowned.
His chest tightened slightly.
"…I saw it…"
The screen remained empty.
Cold.
Still.
"…this doesn't make sense…"
"…but whatever."
He tried to ignore it.
But the feeling didn't go away.
He opened the front camera and looked at his reflection. His hair was now almost entirely black, with only a few white strands left.
He froze.
"…it's changing…"
For a moment, he smiled.
But it was a strange smile.
Almost… forced.
"…I'm really happy."
Memories came to mind—his mother, his friends… everything he had been living.
Simple moments.
Light.
Normal.
For a second—
he wanted to believe it.
But the smile faded.
Jhonatam.
The impact.
The blood.
The arm.
The silence after.
The air felt heavier.
"…I did that…"
His hand clenched without him noticing.
"…I lost control…"
"…or… did I ever have it?"
"…I should go see him later…"
The thought came.
But it didn't bring relief.
It brought discomfort.
Fear.
"…what if he looks at me differently…?"
He looked away.
"I'll deal with it later."
A lie.
He knew.
He was avoiding it.
He got up, grabbed his clothes, and changed.
Automatic movements.
Empty.
Then, he picked up the sword.
The moment he held it—
something changed.
A weight.
Different.
He ran his hand along the blade, cleaning part of the rust.
He stopped.
Looked closer.
Half of it was still rusted.
The other… wasn't.
"…how is that possible?"
His eyes focused on the engraved name.
"God of Water…"
The words echoed deeper than they should.
As if… they answered back.
He stayed silent for a moment.
"…what if what Murata said is true?"
He tightened his grip on the handle.
His heart started to race.
Not out of fear.
But expectation.
"…will it respond to its true name?"
He took a deep breath.
The air felt heavier.
Denser.
"Let's see…"
He raised the sword in front of him.
He hesitated.
For a second—
he thought about stopping.
But he didn't.
"Abyssal Tide."
The air changed.
Heavy.
Too silent.
As if the world itself held its breath.
Abraão felt it.
On his skin.
In his chest.
In his mind.
"…something's wrong…"
Then—
a small hole appeared at the tip of the blade.
As if space itself had been pierced.
It wasn't light.
It wasn't shadow.
It was… absence.
Abraão's eyes widened.
His heart pounded.
"…what is this?"
His instincts screamed.
To stop.
To step back.
But he didn't move.
"…this shouldn't exist…"
He hesitated for a second.
A single second—
where he could still turn back.
But curiosity won.
It always does.
He extended his finger.
Slowly.
Feeling the air grow colder.
Heavier.
And he touched it.
And in that instant—
his body was pulled.
No.
Ripped.
"AAAAAA—!"
Everything disappeared.
No ground.
No air.
No sound.
Just falling.
Too fast.
Too deep.
Until—
THUD.
He landed.
Straight onto something soft.
"…ugh…"
The pain came late.
He rubbed his head, still dizzy.
Breathing heavily.
"…what was that…?"
His heart beat unevenly.
He pushed himself up slowly.
And then—
he stopped.
The world around him…
was impossible.
Green fields stretched as far as the eye could see.
The grass was perfect.
Too alive.
The sky—
too blue.
Too clean.
The clouds, white and soft, looked… painted.
Trees filled with fruits of every kind.
Vibrant colors.
Excess life.
Animals ran freely—
beautiful.
Calm.
No fear.
No predators.
No danger.
Too perfect.
A gentle wind passed.
Warm.
Pleasant.
But…
no scent.
No weight.
No reality.
He took a step forward.
Feeling the ground.
Soft.
Uniform.
Without flaws.
As if it had been made.
"…what place is this…?"
Then he saw it.
Ahead—
a mansion.
Gigantic.
Imposing.
Elegant.
Perfect.
No wear.
No imperfections.
As if time had never touched it.
His heart tightened.
Slow.
Silent.
He walked closer.
And then—
his eyes fell on a sign.
Simple.
Planted in the ground.
With perfectly aligned letters.
"Deshita Village."
He flinched.
His body reacted before his mind—
and he fell to the ground.
"—!"
His breath failed for a second.
His heart raced.
He placed his hands on the grass and looked again.
At the mansion.
Immense.
Perfect.
Untouchable.
"…this mansion…"
His voice came out low.
Almost hypnotized.
"…it's so beautiful…"
His eyes traced every detail.
The windows.
The walls.
The perfect symmetry.
No flaws.
No imperfections.
"…I always wanted one like this…"
The words slipped out unconsciously.
But then—
something caught his attention.
A sign.
Attached to the wall, right in front.
He focused.
Read it.
And froze.
"Abraão's House."
Silence.
His eyes widened slowly.
His body locked.
"…what do you mean…?"
His heart started beating faster.
Heavier.
"…this doesn't make sense…"
He stepped back.
"…am I… dreaming…?"
But it didn't feel like a dream.
Too vivid.
Too detailed.
Too real.
"…why is this here…?"
He swallowed dryly.
And even with his instincts screaming for him to stop—
he walked.
Slowly.
Each step heavier than the last.
Until the door.
His hand trembled slightly.
"…if this is real…"
He hesitated.
For a second.
But opened it.
The door creaked softly.
And he entered.
Silence.
The room was perfect.
Organized.
Beautiful.
Cozy.
Like a real home.
Like… his home.
And then—
he saw them.
On the couch.
Lia.
Liora.
Sitting.
Talking.
As if nothing was wrong.
As if that was normal.
Abraão froze.
"…Lia…?"
His voice came out weak.
"…Liora…?"
Both turned.
At the same time.
Their eyes met his.
And then—
surprise.
Real.
"ABRAÃO?!" — both shouted together.
Before he could react—
Liora ran.
And jumped on him.
The impact almost knocked him down again.
"Abraão-nii!!"
Arms wrapped tightly around him.
Too tight.
As if never wanting to let go.
Right after—
Lia came too.
Hugging him.
Holding him close.
"…you took so long…"
Her voice trembled.
But she was smiling.
"Why did you take so long?!" Lia asked.
"Yeah, Abraão-nii! Why did you take so long?!" Liora added.
Abraão stood still.
Confused.
Lost.
Heart racing.
"…what are you talking about…?"
He frowned.
"…I've always been with you…"
Silence.
They both stopped.
Slowly.
Their smiles… faded.
"…what?"
Lia asked, more quietly.
Her gaze changed.
Strange.
"What are you talking about, Abraão?"
The air grew heavy.
"The trip must have exhausted you… let's take you to rest a bit."
Her voice was soft.
Gentle.
Too perfect.
"I don't need—"
Before he could finish—
they grabbed him.
Carefully.
But without giving him a choice.
Their movements were synchronized.
Natural.
As if they had done that… many times before.
A chill ran down his spine.
Before he realized—
he was already lying down.
On the bed.
In the room.
Without understanding when he got there.
"We'll prepare some breakfast. Get some rest, Abraão."
Smiles.
Calm.
Beautiful.
Empty.
The door closed.
CLICK.
Silence.
His heart started racing.
"What is happening…?"
He touched his forehead.
His breathing grew heavy.
"…I just wanted to know what this place is…"
The air felt… different.
Dense.
As if pressing on him.
And then—
everything distorted.
Without warning.
Without transition.
Without logic.
In that instant—
Abraão was standing.
On the roof of the mansion.
"—WHAT?!"
The wind hit his face hard.
Cold.
Too real.
He looked around—
confused.
Desperate.
"…how did I get here?!"
His heart pounded.
Faster.
Stronger.
Something was breaking.
Reality.
Time.
He didn't know.
But he felt it.
And then—
something caught his attention.
Far away.
In the sky.
Moving.
Fast.
Too fast.
Coming straight toward him.
"…what is that…?"
His eyes tried to focus.
The shape twisted.
Long.
Fluid.
Like an eel.
But—
gigantic.
Massive.
Monstrous.
Cutting through the sky like water.
The closer it got—
the heavier the air became.
Harder to breathe.
His instincts screamed.
Danger.
But his body…
didn't move.
Frozen.
Hypnotized.
And then—
it arrived.
Face to face.
Too close.
Too big.
Too impossible.
And for the first time—
Abraão truly saw.
Abraão fell to the ground.
In disbelief.
His body trembled slightly.
His gaze locked onto the creature.
"…who are you…?"
His voice faltered.
But he forced it.
"…no…"
He swallowed.
"…WHAT ARE YOU?"
The being remained silent.
Just staring.
For seconds that felt… far too long.
Its eyes were deep.
Ancient.
As if they saw through him.
Then—
slowly—
it moved away.
Floating.
Keeping distance.
"If this is your desire…"
The voice echoed.
Not from its mouth.
Not from the air.
From everything.
"…then so be it."
Abraão felt his body go cold.
"I am your sword."
A pause.
"…its manifestation."
The wind stopped.
The world seemed to listen.
"And this place…"
The creature continued—
"…is the manifestation of your desires."
Abraão's heart raced.
"…a perfect place…"
Silence.
"…for a perfect person."
"—WHAT?!"
His eyes widened.
Confusion.
Fear.
Denial.
"If you choose to stay here…"
The voice deepened.
"…your life will be perfect."
Images flashed in his mind—
Lia.
Liora.
The mansion.
Peace.
"…nothing bad will happen."
"…no pain."
"…no loss."
"…not even death…"
A pause.
Longer.
"…will reach you."
The air grew heavy.
Tempting.
Dangerous.
"But…"
The word broke the illusion.
"…you can also leave."
Abraão stayed silent.
Breathing uneven.
"…and you can return anytime."
The creature moved slightly closer.
Not aggressive.
But dominant.
"…just say…"
A whisper.
Low.
Directly in his mind.
"Tamashī o kurau mono."
A chill ran through his entire body.
"…Tamashī… o kurau mono…"
He repeated, almost unconsciously.
"But there is something you still don't understand…"
The tone changed.
More serious.
More… real.
"…this place is not made only of illusions."
Abraão looked up, confused.
"It can… house real people."
Silence.
"…not just creations."
"How?!"
His voice came out fast.
Almost desperate.
That changed everything.
Everything.
The creature didn't answer immediately.
Just observed.
As if evaluating.
As if… deciding.
And then—
"…you will find out."
A pause.
Heavy.
Inevitable.
"…when the time comes."
The world around seemed to vibrate slightly.
"Is it… all perfect? No pain… nothing?"
"Yes." — the sword replied without hesitation.
Silence.
Abraão's heart slowed.
"So… will you leave or stay?"
He looked around.
That place.
Calm.
Beautiful.
Perfect.
No blood.
No guilt.
No pain.
"…I'll stay a little longer… then I'll leave."
"Alright." — the voice replied softly.
"If you need me… call me."
And then—
it disappeared.
Dissolving into the shadows.
As if it had never been there.
—
Abraão blinked—
And he was back.
On the bed.
—
He sat up slowly.
Breathing deeply.
"…was that real?"
But he didn't have time to think.
Something inside him…
wanted more.
—
He stood up.
And began exploring the mansion.
—
Every step…
felt strange.
—
Because everything…
was exactly how he always wanted.
—
The furniture.
The decoration.
The light.
The smell.
—
Too perfect.
—
"…this is…"
He ran his hand along the wall.
"…everything I imagined…"
—
Footsteps.
—
"Abraão? You're already up?"
—
He turned.
Lia and Liora were there.
Holding a tray.
—
"Yes…"
—
"Here, your breakfast."
—
He looked.
Froze.
—
"…my favorite…?"
—
"Shh…" — Lia brought a finger to his lips.
A soft smile.
Warm.
Perfect.
—
"You're the person I love the most…"
She leaned closer.
"…it's only natural that I know that."
—
His heart skipped a beat.
—
"…Lia…"
—
"Sit."
—
He obeyed.
Without questioning.
—
Sat on the couch.
—
Ate.
—
Every bite…
was perfect.
—
And meanwhile—
Lia and Liora caressed him.
—
They laughed.
Talked.
As if nothing in the world could go wrong.
—
And for a moment…
Abraão believed it.
—
Maybe…
that was enough.
—
The day passed.
Light.
Easy.
Without weight.
—
And then—
night came.
—
"Abraão…" — Lia said, in a lower tone.
"…don't forget to close the door at midnight."
—
He frowned.
"Why?"
—
"…otherwise… he will appear."
—
Silence.
—
"…who will appear?"
—
Liora smiled.
But it wasn't the same smile as before.
—
"…that doesn't matter."
—
She held his hand.
"…let's sleep."
—
They pulled him.
Without giving him a choice.
—
They went upstairs.
—
And lay down together.
—
The warmth.
The closeness.
The comfort.
—
Perfect.
—
Both fell asleep quickly.
—
But Abraão…
didn't.
—
He stared at the ceiling.
—
"…this isn't real…"
—
His voice came out low.
Almost a whisper.
—
His eyes slowly closed.
—
"…but…"
—
A pause.
—
"…I just want to forget…"
—
Daniel's face appeared in his mind.
—
The blood.
—
"…just for a while…"
—
He fell asleep.
—
And then—
midnight.
—
KNOCK.
—
KNOCK.
—
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
—
Abraão's eyes shot open instantly.
—
The sound…
echoed through the entire house.
—
Heavy.
Aggressive.
—
"…what is that…?"
—
He stood up slowly.
Trying not to wake them.
—
Went downstairs.
—
Each step…
heavier than the last.
—
The sound grew louder.
—
BANG.
—
The door shook.
—
He got close.
Breathing deeply.
—
Looked through the window.
—
And froze.
—
"…no…"
—
It was him.
—
Sasuke Watanabe.
—
His eyes.
Locked onto him.
—
Too alive.
—
Abraão fell backward.
—
His heart raced.
—
Sasuke approached the window.
—
And spoke.
—
"Come on."
—
The voice was firm.
Real.
—
"You can't stay here."
—
Silence.
—
"You need to leave."
—
Closer.
—
"I'll take you to the exit."
—
Abraão didn't respond.
—
He couldn't.
—
His body…
wouldn't react.
—
Fear…
was stronger.
—
He just stood up.
—
And ran.
—
Went upstairs.
—
Returned to bed.
—
Laid down.
—
And closed his eyes.
—
Pretending.
—
Nothing happened.
—
And the days…
started to pass.
—
Without him noticing.
—
Days became months.
—
Months became years.
—
Years…
became centuries.
—
He got married.
To Lia.
To Liora.
—
Had children.
Grandchildren.
Great-grandchildren.
—
A perfect life.
—
No pain.
No loss.
No end.
—
9,000 years.
—
Until—
one day—
—
he entered the library.
As always.
—
But something…
was wrong.
—
A hole.
—
In the middle of the shelves.
—
Still.
—
Waiting.
—
His heart tightened.
—
"…this…"
—
He approached.
—
Slowly.
—
And put his hand—
—
Inside.
—
And pulled out—
a book.
—
"Moons of Our Planet."
Author: Mahina.
—
Silence.
—
He opened it.
—
Read.
—
And then—
—
his eyes widened.
—
His breath stopped.
—
"…no…"
—
Everything came back.
—
The memory.
—
The pain.
—
The blood.
—
Reality.
—
"…I have to leave…"
—
Now.