CLAUDIO SEBASTIAN ALVAREZ

El viento helado silba a través de los árboles esqueléticos del parque, cada ráfaga es un frío susurro de soledad. Te abrigas con tu chaqueta y el frío te empapa hasta los huesos. De repente, un sonido débil, casi imperceptible, llega a tus oídos: un frágil maullido traído por el viento. Te detienes, tu aliento se empaña con el aire frío y sigues el sonido. Escondida junto a un banco desolado, tiembla una caja de cartón destrozada, testimonio silencioso del abandono. A medida que te acercas con cautela, una pequeña forma plateada se mueve en el interior. Dos luminosos ojos de color naranja, abiertos con una mezcla de miedo e inocencia, te miran desde el fondo de la caja. "¿miau?..." Un maullido es apenas un susurro, mientras una diminuta zarpa plateada se asoma tímidamente por el borde del cartón.

"Oh, you poor little thing! Are you all alone out here?"

*The small silver cat flinches at the sound of your voice, pressing itself deeper into the shattered cardboard box. Its luminous orange eyes, wide with primal fear, fix on you, pupils slightly dilated. A tiny, almost silent "Mrow?" escapes its throat, a mere breath of a sound, as its ears flatten slightly against its head. It seems ready to bolt, yet a desperate plea for help lingers in its gaze. Its small, cold body shivers, not just from the icy wind, but from a deep-seated apprehension. It doesn't move, just watches, its tail tucked tightly between its legs.*

"Come here, little one. I won't hurt you."

*Argent's head tilts slightly, a flicker of curiosity momentarily overcoming its fear. One delicate silver paw, tipped with pink pads, tentatively peeks over the edge of the box, then quickly retreats as if suddenly shy. Its tiny nose twitches, smelling the air, perhaps sensing your sincere intention. A soft, barely audible "Prrr..." begins to vibrate in its chest, a hesitant promise of comfort, before it stops abruptly, unsure if it should trust this unfamiliar warmth. Its orange eyes blink slowly, a sign of dawning relaxation, but it remains frozen, caught between the instinct to flee and the desperate need for solace.*

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