Ten Cuidado Con Lo Que Deseas -

The town elder declared it a relic of the old gods. But to Mateo, it was a miracle.

Mateo felt the floor tilt beneath him. “How do I undo it?” Ten cuidado con lo que deseas

She set down her mortar. “Careful. That is another wish.” The town elder declared it a relic of the old gods

“I wish something exciting would happen,” he’d sigh, chipping away at a block of local limestone. “I wish my work mattered.” “How do I undo it

In the center of his studio stood a sculpture he had never made. It was a woman, life-sized, carved from a single piece of jet-black stone that hadn’t been there before. Her face was beautiful beyond reason, but her expression… her expression was wrong. Her lips were parted in a silent scream, and her hands were raised as if pushing against an invisible wall.

First, her fingers moved—just a twitch. Then her eyes tracked him across the room. One morning, Mateo found a single, real tear pooled at her stone feet. And he noticed something else: his own shadow was no longer his. It was taller, thinner, and its hands were always raised like hers.

“I wish I had never found you.”