We stepped through.
I was there. My name is Amaya, and I was seventeen, furious at my father for leaving, and in love with a girl named Luna who collected broken things. Luna brought me to the meter one October evening. portal del medidor ocaso
“This is the Ocaso,” Luna said. “The place where endings haven’t finished happening. Where you can find what you’ve lost—if you don’t stay too long.” We stepped through
“What’s on the other side of MÁS ALLÁ ?” I asked. and I was seventeen