Starglow Basin el espíritu verde

His vision swirled as he stumbled over bones half-buried in the desert floor, the creosote bushes casting eerie shadows in the searing heat.

The shape of a woman appeared in the shimmer of the air, her form ghostly and wavering, melding with the jagged silhouettes of the saguaro cacti. Her eyes were dark pools, filled with an inscrutable void that seemed to beckon him toward some unfathomable end.

Dancing after her; steps stuttering. Ven aquí, chica. Ven a bailar conmigo. Thiago’s breath came ragged as he reached for her, the mirage fading with each desperate step, leaving only the crushing reality of the sun-scorched wasteland and the hollow echo of his own madness.

Each time he reached out, the vision slipped away, but the green kept him buoyant, a gentle anchor in the drifting sea of his hallucinations.