As primeiras visitas virtuais projetadas pelo projeto ERA Virtual utilizavam-se do plugin Flash Player para a sua execução, já que esta era a melhor maneira de visualizarmos as fotografias 360º naquele momento. Com o avanço da tecnologia, novas linguagens surgiram e possibilitaram a visualização destas fotografias em HTML5, tornando o plugin Flash Player obsoleto. O suporte dos navegadores a este plugin foi encerrado em janeiro de 2021, e portanto, muitas das visitas tornaram-se inacessíveis. Nestas instruções você irá aprender a utilizá-las, bastando para isso a instalação de uma versão antiga do Mozilla Firefox, e posteriormente o plugin Flash Player.
It wasn’t a marriage. It wasn’t a rescue. It was a romance of small, fierce things: a pebble, a purr, a body warm against the cold. And in the end, Eleanor decided, that was the only kind of love that ever truly saved you.
“I have a name for you,” Eleanor said. “Henry.”
The Labrador whimpered and fled.
The fox didn’t have a name, not one that Eleanor could pronounce. It was a vixen, lean and russet, with eyes the color of old honey. She first saw it on the edge of her failing apple orchard, a whisper of fire against the November grey.
“I’m not a vixen,” Eleanor whispered one frost-clear morning. “I don’t eat rodents.”
The fox opened one honey eye. It yawned, showing needle teeth, and rested its chin on her ankle.
The trouble began with the dog. A neighbor’s hulking Labrador, friendly but dumb, bounded over one afternoon to lick Eleanor’s face. The fox materialized from the hedgerow, hackles raised, and stood between Eleanor and the dog. She didn’t growl. She simply glared , a silent, furious promise.
