REFLEXO

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he red moon rises on the horizon like a quiet flame. Its reflection spreads across the sea, tracing a trembling path of light over the dark waters. There is something ancient and mysterious in its deep color, as if the sky were breathing slowly above the ocean. Suspended between time and silence, the moon lingers while the sea returns its image in motion, broken gently by the waves. In this meeting of sky and water, the night deepens, and the gaze drifts into the serene beauty of the moment.