IF THE AUTHOR’S OPINION MATTERS…
Dear reader,
This is the tale of a man—faithful and consumed—haunted by the need to relive his past, whether through a pact, a memory, or a daydream.
For the devout, it is the portrait of a worshipper unwilling to see that his goddess Elizabeth is, in truth, nothing more than clay. For archaeologists, it recalls the paradox of resurrecting mammoths while letting species on the brink of extinction slip away. For philosophers, the protagonist—an exceptional swimmer—drowns in the restless waters of the River Ephesus.
And for sports fans, his stubborn hope resembles Neymar’s return to Santos: the promise of rediscovering that fearless, joyful brand of football, the eternal lightness of the boy from Vila Belmiro. Until time demands its toll—injuries weigh heavier than bursts of brilliance, and only flashes remain of the star he once was.
Yet in the end, hope endures. For Neymar, in the dream of the next World Cup. And for our protagonist, in the stubborn fire of his love.
I can only wish that this story shines brighter in your eyes than in the words I have set on paper.
Enjoy the read.