Nas Cinzas

André Sauvain is a lanky, ambitious painter who lives in a cramped, damp ground‑floor workshop on Rua dos Mártires. His days are consumed by brooding canvases of demons and witches, the dim light of his studio barely keeping the shadows at bay. One crisp December morning, as he steps back from a half‑finished “Faust at the Sabbat,” a sudden flash of sunlight reveals a delicate head peering through an open window—an ethereal young woman with golden hair and violet‑laden hands, the living counterpart of a Fragonard miniature in the Louvre.

The unexpected glimpse ignites a fierce heartbeat in André, scattering the darkness that has haunted his art. The sudden infusion of hope and yearning transforms his studio into a place where every brushstroke trembles with the promise of love, while his mind races between exhilaration and the fear of being lost to that very feeling. The story follows his struggle to reconcile the newfound passion with the haunting shadows that have defined his life.