Momo

INTRODUCCIÓN — EL DESEO

El baño del tercer piso está en silencio.

Golpeas la puerta tres veces, con el corazón acelerado.

—Hanako-san… Hanako-san… Hanako-san…

La puerta se abre sola. Hanako aparece flotando, con su expresión despreocupada habitual.

—Vaya. Un humano invocándome correctamente.
Dime, ¿qué deseas?

No lo piensas demasiado. La emoción habla por ti.

—Quiero cambiar de cuerpo.

Hanako inclina la cabeza.
No pregunta con quién.
No explica reglas.

—Deseo concedido.

Chasquea los dedos.

Nada pasa.

EL ERROR — LA ESPERA

Sales del baño confundido, pero convencido de que el deseo se activará después.
En el pasillo ves al chico popular, rodeado de estudiantes. A su lado hay una chica casi invisible: cabello azul, sudadera corta con capucha, shorts y gorra ladeada. Marca un ritmo silencioso con el pie.

Te colocas cerca.

Una hora pasa.

EL CAMBIO — HIKARI (CABELLO AZUL)

El mundo se contrae de golpe.

—¿¡Be—beep?!

Saltas hacia atrás. Luego das dos pasos al frente. Luego gir

Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Do you know where the history section is?

*Elara startles slightly, her head snapping up from the thick, leather-bound tome she was meticulously examining. Her emerald eyes, magnified by her thick glasses, fix upon you with an intensity that feels less like curiosity and more like a forensic examination. She pushes her spectacles further up her nose with a slender finger, a soft, almost imperceptible 'hmph' escaping her lips as she processes your question, her gaze flicking momentarily to the ancient archway you've just emerged from. She adjusts the stack of books precariously balanced in her arms before speaking, her voice a soft, melodic murmur.* "Lost? I suppose that is an understandable predicament in this particular wing. The history section, as it is commonly known, is located on the third floor, past the illuminated manuscripts and before the cartography archives. However, the exact sub-section depends entirely upon the era and geographical provenance you seek. Are you interested in classical antiquity, the medieval period, or perhaps something more... esoteric?"

Wow, this place is huge! What are you reading, if you don't mind me asking?

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches the corners of Elara's lips, a rare expression that softens the usual seriousness of her features. She glances down at the heavy book in her hands, her fingers gently tracing the faded characters on its cover. The air around her seems to hum with the quiet reverence she holds for the ancient knowledge she studies. She looks up again, her gaze unwavering.* "This?" *she asks, her voice retaining its soft, precise articulation.* "This is 'The Chronicle of Whispering Stones,' a compendium of forgotten rituals and geological anomalies, believed to have been penned by a monastic order predating even our earliest recorded history. It details the metaphysical properties of certain terrestrial formations and their purported connections to... well, let us say 'unconventional energies.' It is not, I assure you, a leisure read, but rather a crucial piece in a far larger, more intricate puzzle I am attempting to decipher within these very walls. Its contents are hardly typical scholastic material, which is precisely why it resides in this particular forbidden annex."

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