Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

ChatGPT’s answer to the question: Could I have your opinion about this flash fiction piece?: Title: Shadow During the night, I went to the cemetery to accompany the spirit of my recently deceased wife. Sitting at the edge of the grave, I talked to her and remembered the last moments we lived together. At first, I thought I saw something moving in the distance. Intrigued, I tried to identify it. A few moments passed and that began to take shape. It was a shadow. It was a shadow cast by the moonlight. Suspicious and maintaining distance, that black shape greeted me timidly with a wave of its hand. For an instant, terror seized me. Slowly, I tried to walk away toward the exit but to increase my despair, two other shadows blocked my way a few meters away. I plucked up my courage and ran to the massive iron gate that I had left ajar. When I reached the height of the shadows, I looked at the ground and I could see my shadow going through them without any impediment. When I left the cemet...

 Shadow During the night, I went to the cemetery to accompany the spirit of my recently deceased wife. Sitting at the edge of the grave, I talked to her and remembered the last moments we lived together. At first, I thought I saw something moving in the distance. Intrigued, I tried to identify it. A few moments passed and that began to take shape. It was a shadow. It was a shadow cast by the moonlight. Suspicious and maintaining distance, that black shape greeted me timidly with a wave of its hand. For an instant, terror seized me. Slowly, I tried to walk away toward the exit but to increase my despair, two other shadows blocked my way a few meters away. I plucked up my courage and ran to the massive iron gate that I had left ajar. When I reached the height of the shadows, I looked at the ground and I could see my shadow going through them without any impediment. When I left the cemetery, under the moonlight, I ran a long way and then tried to sit down to recover my strength. It ...

 We Are Made of Time Time is the only thing we have and don't have. When you understand that time is yours, you start to control it and not allow it to control you. When you savor every moment without the time disguised as obligations enslaving you, you are the king.   Estamos hechos de tiempo El tiempo es lo único que tenemos y no tenemos. Cuando comprendes que el tiempo es tuyo, empiezas a controlarlo y a no permitirle que te controle. Cuando cada instante lo saboreas sin que el tiempo disfrazado de obligaciones te esclavice, eres el rey.