The moment he clicked it shut, everything around him froze: birds in the air, leaves suspended in the wind, even the ticking of the clock itself.

Panicking, he clicked it open again and time resumed.

Excited, he began experimenting, pausing time whenever he wanted. Leo felt he had the most amazing power he could ever get.

But one day, as he tried to reset everything, the watch slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.

Leo was the only thing still moving.

And he would be… forever.

I was out walking aimlessly, letting the night wind guide me. The streets were deserted, and the moon was shining with unusual intensity. Suddenly, turning down an alley I had never seen before, I found him.

The garden stretched before me, illuminated by thousands of pale fireflies floating like tiny stars trapped on the earth. The trees had silver leaves, and the air smelled of rain and forgotten secrets. In the center, a dark pool of water reflected the sky like a window to another world.

The reflection smiled and reached out its hand. Without thinking, I touched it... and the world changed.

I found myself back in my childhood home, with my grandmother's voice calling me from the kitchen. Everything was as I remembered it: the aroma of freshly baked bread, the crunch of wood under my feet, the distant sound of the radio telling old stories. But something was wrong.

The clock on the wall had no hands. The books on the shelf had no titles. And when I tried to open the door to leave, I found myself back in the garden of shadows.

Then I understood the truth. That place was not just any garden. It was a threshold, an echo of all the moments I had left behind. A place where time bent and memories became paths I could walk on.

I don't know how long I spent there, walking among memories and fragments of what I was. But when I woke up, I was in my room, with the feeling that something had changed inside me. On my nightstand, there was a shiny silver leaf. And in my reflection in the mirror, for a brief moment, I saw my childhood self smiling back at me from the other side.

In his search, the shaman must face trials that lead him to understand La Llorona's true pain and how her love and regret bind her to the earth. The Mirror of the Soul reveals La Llorona's soul, revealing her deep pain; the Crystal of Tears relieves her suffering by absorbing her tears; and the Veil of Memory erases painful memories, allowing her to forget her sadness. With these objects, the shaman performs a ritual to free La Llorona from her curse. Her crying ceases, and her spirit can finally rest. In return, La Llorona grants the shaman the power to protect the balance of water on earth, ensuring that his legacy lives in harmony with nature.

I had a little dog call Simon. He was a extraordinary dog who was sharing time with all my family. It was lovely with us. When we left from home, he was sad. But when we returned to our house it gave us his hand like a person. Additionally, he was really happy and moved its tail.  He was an amazing dog who liked to play every night with its blue ball. One day, it was ill because  it was old and he died with a smile on its mouth. All my family was sad in that moment.

"URGENT: One missing requirement detected. Report to Office in the building 67 immediately."

She decided to arrive there as soon as possible ... being there a teacher said "Oh, Camila you're here for the last requirement" and Camila screamed What is it? :( The international certifications, if you don't have it, you can't get your bacherlor's degree. Ten minutes later, the alarm went off and it was a dream, it was her graduation day.

"You can't catch us, you evil sorcerer!" said one, while spinning in the air. And she, as an expert in the language, replied: "We will make him dance until he gives up!" She was even given new names: "Barbie" was the leader, and she gave each of her sisters the same name with a number in order to differentiate them; she believed that her stories were part of the script.

Years later, she discovered the button to change the language and ended up watching the movie in Spanish. But, in doing so, she felt that something deep in his heart was breaking... She could no longer invent any more adventures. However, she will always remember her version, where the princesses spoke in their own fantasy language.

One afternoon, while exploring a forgotten section of the library, she found a book with no title, covered in silver dust. As she opened it, a radiant glow filled the room, and without warning, Elara was pulled into its pages. She awoke in a forest where the trees’ leaves whispered verses, and beside her stood a luminous creature with wings made of paper, watching her with curiosity. “Welcome, Guardian of Stories,” the creature said, explaining that books had lives of their own and that she possessed the gift of traveling within them.

From that day on, Elara lived a thousand adventures: she sailed seas of ink aboard ships made of words, conversed with characters that existed only in the pages, and protected stories from shadows that sought to consume them. Yet, each time she returned to the library, the real world seemed even more fascinating, for she understood that magic was not only found within books but also in those who dared to read them with an open heart.

"What happened?" Marie asked herself out loud.

Suddenly, she heard a soft barking sound coming from the living room. Marie felt a shiver run down her spine.

"Who's there?" Marie asked, trying to see into the darkness.

A dog named Simba appeared in the doorway, looking at her with curious eyes.

"Who are you?" Marie asked, walking towards Simba.

Simba didn't respond, but instead sat down next to her and barked again.

"What are you trying to tell me?" Marie asked, looking at Simba.

Suddenly, a mysterious voice spoke from the darkness.

"You're in a dream," the voice said.

Marie turned around, trying to see who was speaking.

"What does that mean?" Marie asked.

The voice didn't respond, but instead everything around her began to fade away.

"No, no, no!" Marie cried, trying to grab onto something, anything.

But it was too late. Everything faded away and Marie found herself back in her bed, waking up from her dream.