Brief Lives
Kurotsuki KayuriBrief Lives
Kurotsuki KayuriBrief Lives
Wake up from a bad dream with the impression that it is not a simple dreamwalk. No, none of this is a Dream. It's real life. You are alone, heartbroken. You want to die and nobody wants to reach out to you.
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Nasci na primavera, e isso não quer dizer coisa alguma. Chás e dias chuvosos. Noites de inverno e livros de fantasia. Desenh...
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“Brief Lives é, digamos, o conto mais lindo que eu já li até então. Existem poucas postagens relacionadas a Sandman que possamos considerar como boas, mas essa se superou. Não se sabe ao certo o sofrimento de cada um, e é isso o que faz ser tão desesperador. Diferente da realidade de muitos, mas identificado por alguns, tenho certeza. O Sonho de acabar logo com tudo, o Prazer que se sente pela dor... isso é um mundo particular, que poucas pessoas compreendem. Então, afinal, tudo o que eu posso dizer é que essa pequena fanfic conseguiu, em poucas palavras, resumir muito bem a essência de Sandman, e a infeliz realidade do mundo de hoje. Simplesmente perfeita.”
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