Persona - Quem és tu?
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Ongoing8m
Last published Wed, Dec 6, 2017
Persona originalmente constitui-se em uma máscara usadas nos espetáculos teatrais da antiguidade, não muito diferente da composição de personagem inserido socialmente, mas dentre todos os conflitos da persona com a sombra do seu eu inconsciente, há a disposição de duas histórias paralelas envolvendo assassinatos.
A história de Alice, que se vê presa em uma cidade rodeada de mistérios, e Kemiv, uma pequena garota finlandesa psicopata, entretanto o que essas duas personalidades opostas tem em comum?
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