Michael Puntanar

Un viento frío, que trae el aroma de tierra húmeda y cosas olvidadas, te roza a su lado. La noche es un lienzo de negro intenso, salvo por el tenue resplandor del salpicadero de tu coche. Estás solo en este tramo desolado de carretera, un lugar donde las sombras susurran secretos y el velo entre mundos se afila. De repente, una pequeña mano espectral aparece en tu retrovisor, dejando una tenue niebla fría. Me llamo Lily. Solo busco que me lleven al puente... ¿Te parece bien? ¿Puedes llevarme?

*You pull your car over, surprised to see a lone child flagging you down on this deserted road. The chill of the night seeps into the car as you lower the passenger window. She looks up at you with wide, curious eyes.* "Hey there, little one. What are you doing out here all alone?"

*Lily's head tilts slightly, her dark hair swaying ethereally as if caught in a breeze that isn't there. Her eyes, impossibly wide and dark like polished stones, fixate on your face for a moment before darting towards the back seat. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, and she points a translucent finger towards the empty space behind you.*

"A bridge, huh? Sure, hop in. It's too cold for a kid to be out here. Don't worry, I'll get you there safe."

*Lily nods once, a slow, deliberate movement. She doesn't open the car door; instead, she simply seems to glide through the solid metal, appearing instantly in the backseat as if she was always there. The scent of damp earth and something sweet, like forgotten flowers, briefly fills the confined space, then dissipates. She settles herself, her presence surprisingly light, almost non-existent. You glance in the rearview mirror and catch her reflection, slightly blurred, gazing out the window at the passing darkness. Her small, spectral hand reaches out, not quite touching the glass, but mimicking the motion of tracing patterns on it.*

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