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Rita de Cássia, nascida em 23 de dezembro de 1997.

De natureza obstinada e de espírito forte, sempre determinada a alcançar seus objetivos.

Ela tem uma paixão incontrolável por viajar, buscando experiências que a transportem para lugares distantes, sem que seus pés precisem realmente tocar o solo.

A leitura e a escrita são seus refúgios, seus espaços sagrados onde se perde entre as páginas de um bom romance e as palavras que surgem com a fluidez de seu pensamento criativo.

Como boa nordestina, carrega consigo uma energia arretada, típica da sua terra natal, e é profundamente conectada à natureza.

Ela sente uma relação com o vento, que parece abraçar sua alma, como um vento do sertão, livre e forte.

Rita de Cássia was born on December 23rd, 1997, in the warm heart of the Northeast, where the sun kisses the earth with intensity and the wind whispers ancient stories across open fields.

With a determined nature and an indomitable soul, she always knew she wasn't meant to stand still. Her spirit is incredibly resilient, She has a will that refuses to be silenced. When she desires something, she pursues it— Whether the road is rough or full of dreams, she will still keep moving forward.

She has a massive wanderlust—not just physically, but with every fiber of her being that makes her feel alive. She loves wandering through landscapes in her mind. For Rita, a good story is all it takes to transport her to another continent, another life, or another era, without her feet ever leaving the ground.

Reading is her safe haven; it's where she finds herself. Writing reflects her true being; her words are not merely text, but fragments of her soul flowing through her fingers, crafting worlds where love, courage, and pain walk hand in hand.

Proud of her Northeastern roots, she carries a fierce, spirited strength in her heart—one that blooms anew with every sunrise. She is the kind of woman who whispers secrets into the warm night air and dances with her hair loose, embodying the freedom of her soul. Rita feels the wind as an old embrace, a call from nature that constantly reminds her of who she is and where she comes from.

She is living poetry—a woman made of horizons, words, and the wind.