tsubasataty

Year 2020. A Reality Show is looking for a single competitor. Can you imagine spending a month alone in a forest? And a whole year? Would you take up this challenge? Well, this is the proposal of the Reality Show. Imagine the scene: a man alone. Your random items: newspaper (lots of newspaper) and weed (don't joke with me now). His garment: a single yellow raincoat. —huh? (yes, that was my reaction too) Anyway, a man alone on a desert island with these unique random items... What could go wrong with that?

tsubasataty

"People are wonderful as sunsets if you let them. When I look at a sunset, I don't find myself saying, 'Soften the orange a little on the right side.' I don't try to control a sunset. -sun. I watch him in awe as he happens."

worrel

A photography student opens a metal box forgotten at the back of his grandfather's closet. Inside: old negatives, notebooks his grandfather never let anyone read, a sheet music dedicated to someone no one in the family knows, and a little red beanie that, after thirteen years stored away, is still warm. The grandfather can no longer travel. The answers stayed in the North, in a village that may not even exist anymore. So the grandson goes in his place, in the middle of the Círio de Nazaré, with a camera, a best friend who refuses to stay home, and the feeling that some photos hold more than they show. Twelve photos. Eleven empty places. And what was left out of the frame.

Sorima

Lobo and Ethan were on their way to study the pillar on which the insidious seal was made when the mage had an epiphany and told Lobo to go back in time before him. The druid followed his friend's advice, but, unlike what he expected, he did not return to a point in his past: he arrived at a completely new place, where a figure both familiar and unknown awaited him.

jonasexistiu

For years, Lídia Sampaio considered the dogs of Jacarandás Street an assault on civilized coexistence. So when a morning dawns without a single bark, her first reaction is gratitude. The gratitude, however, does not last long. In Vila Olaria, animals begin to disappear, inexplicable marks appear on the walls, and certain houses begin to harbor spaces that should never exist. While the residents seek explanations reasonable enough to continue their routines, Lídia discovers that there are far worse inconveniences than a noisy neighborhood. Between supernatural horror, everyday absurdity, and the melancholy of small absences, the tale investigates what we have learned to ignore, especially when its warnings blend with the usual noises of life.

Lúcia sempre sentiu que não pertencia ao mundo em que vivia. Sonhadora e quieta, ela encontrava refúgio nas histórias que lia, imaginando terras distantes onde a magia era real e cada pessoa tinha um propósito especial. Em uma tarde de chuva forte, quando procurava abrigo, descobriu uma pequena livraria que nunca tinha visto antes: Páginas de Outros Mundos. Lá, entre estantes empoeiradas, encontrou um livro de capa azul profunda, adornado com símbolos prateados que pareciam se mover sozinhos. Sem resistir, abriu-o e num instante, uma luz intensa a envolveu, arrancando-a de sua realidade e lançando-a para um lugar que só existia em seus sonhos: Aetheris.