In the silent twilight of the Sousas' house, time seems to breathe slowly, as if each wall held secrets whispered by voices the world has forgotten. The wind runs through the corridors, carrying with it memories of forbidden loves, broken promises, and tears that never dried.
The shadows dance on the old wooden floor, revealing fragments of past lives and suppressed desires. Each closed door murmurs stories of passion and pain, and each stone seems to know the weight of the guilt that has taken root between these walls.
Leonor walks in silence, carrying memories that burn like embers. Manuel observes, between devotion and unease. Henrique and Maria, children of destiny, cross corridors of secrets, unaware that the house itself observes them, patient, implacable.
Here, love and resentment coexist, intertwined as an inevitable inheritance. Who will dare to cross this house without getting lost among echoes of longing and shadows? Who will have the courage to face the ghosts that the Sousas allowed to live on, before the tragedy is complete?
The House of the Sousas does not forget. And in it, everything is paid for, even if time is too slow to reveal the truth.
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