Jó Francisco

There is so much to say about it that not much is actually said. I don't blame anyone, the truth is, I don't even say that much. If you read, you will come across writings that not even a page occupies. Look, I wanted to talk about passion, but that thing that is not said about passion (when I say “said” I mean “writing”). It is known that passion is that pure thing between two people, something ardent and unexpected, something mutual, something close to perfection. Not. Perfect is God and passion is like us: it is born with a certainty, that of death. Passion dies as it is born. To be born it hurts and it hurts to die too. So I write about this thing that hurts us. Sometimes good pain. Sometimes bad pain. Sometimes transient pain. Sometimes just pain. Sometimes.

In the year 3075, humanity has achieved extraordinary technological advances. Machines coexist with people, cities are dominated by gigantic corporations, and technology is capable of replacing almost any part of the human body. But not even a thousand years of progress were enough to build a better world. While the richest live surrounded by privileges, millions of people survive in a society marked by inequality, violence, and corruption. It is in this world that Nia lives, a domestic robot who works in the residence of an elderly businessman. Her existence is simple: clean, organize, and carry out the tasks for which she was programmed. At least it should be. In a city where everything has a price, a police officer tries to find his place within a corrupt system, while a woman connected to the criminal underworld does what is necessary to survive. Three distinct lives, in a society that seems to have forgotten the meaning of humanity. In a world where machines become increasingly human, what remains of humanity in people?

Petit Ange

The world has ended. There is no future left on the outside, nor humanity waiting to be rescued. What exists is a reality preserved by the will of a single person who keeps the memory of the world and everything that remains of humanity. The problem is that not everyone agrees that this existence should continue... Eine, a survivor of the catastrophe that destroyed human reality, dedicates her existence to ending the last traces of the people who were once at the center of these events. But, being unable to interfere directly in a dream that still continues, she must find hosts among the people who inhabit it. Her new attempt is Claire Williams. At nineteen, Claire has very ordinary concerns: university, the debts she took on to study, and the future she believes she is building. Now, however, she shares her own consciousness with a young man who knows a reality she cannot accept. As the boundaries between memory and existence begin to dissolve, those who walk between the two extremes will have to confront a question for which there may be no right answer: when the world has already ended, what does it mean to keep living?

Rafael CarnielliNew Author

There is a kind of silence that weighs more than any war cry. It is the silence of the gap between the oaks across the frozen ground, the steam of a soup shared only with longing and the constant fear of waiting for someone who may never return. In Patavium, Aemilia became the lady of a home haunted by uncertainty. Torn between the relentless responsibility of governing the land and the intimate torment of not knowing her husband's fate, she refuses to succumb to despair. To protect the property and those who depend on it, Aemilia will have to find strength where only solitude remains, proving that dignity and love can be shields as sturdy as iron.

AnonimamenteNew Author

Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again. Helena is in no hurry, nor is she afraid, and she does not let herself be swayed by pretty words. But every rose has its thorn. When two such different presences cross her path, she will discover that it is not possible to keep everything under control at all times. One calms, the other sets ablaze. One is shelter, the other is storm. For even the gentlest calm holds a flame, and within the storm itself there is already a harbinger of tranquility - each heart carries within itself both the flame and the breeze that can extinguish it. Be careful not to lose yourself. The labyrinth is yours, and only you will find the way out.

Lari Nunes

Some memories don't need a name to become impossible to forget. One night. Two strangers. No promises. Beatrice Cross never imagined she would run into the man who, for a few hours, made the world disappear. With no names or expectations, that night should have stayed in the past. Until she recognizes him. Ethan Harrington is everything she should avoid: arrogant, impeccable, and dangerously capable of awakening feelings she spent a year trying to forget. Now, however, there is an obstacle between them: Mark Sterling. The man Beatrice chose. The best friend Ethan never thought he would have to lie to. Between inevitable encounters, lingering glances, and a tension impossible to ignore, the attraction threatens to cross every boundary. Beatrice knows what she could lose. Ethan knows the weight of loyalty. And Mark trusts them both without imagining that the danger is closer than he could ever suspect. Because some choices don't just destroy relationships. They destroy everything you tried to protect. And sometimes, the cruelest lie is pretending nothing happened.