Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

My home Though the light of dawn slowly faded, it resurfaced like the Phoenix bird to light my footsteps. Armillary spheres and compasses of precious pearls guided me through the cold desert waters and the scorching heat of the poles. And waiting desperately for the world to be invested, they will take me to the place where you live. Because the place you live in is my home. Mi hogar Aunque la luz de la aurora lentamente se fue apagando, resurgió como el ave Fénix para alumbrar mis pasos. Esferas armilares y brújulas de perlas preciosas me guiaron a través de las frías aguas del desierto y del calor abrasador de los polos. Y esperando con desesperación a que se invierta el mundo, me llevarán al lugar que habitas. Porque el lugar que habitas es mi hogar.

Universes Lost in the cold mountains of Siberia lived a shaman. The heir to the ancestral knowledge of generations of shamans. In one of my eternal dreams of nightmares in which the acceptance of the unreal was the weapon I had in my struggle to survive in those fantastic worlds, the shaman was introduced. And the shaman told me to go get him. When I arrived at his little house, he welcomed me as if we already knew each other. I didn't have to explain anything because he already knew everything, so he told me: "I know that you live in a permanent restlessness, but you must know that the world does not exist independently of your mind. The world is your mind. Among the infinite universes that your mind lives through there are despair universes and friendly universes, and only you can and have to decide which universes you want to live in. Because everything is in your mind, in what you decide to live in every moment, and every moment is a universe of possibilities a...