There is something in the spirit of words that mixes them with danger and risk. It is not true that the wind throws them into our ears. You may wait for the echoes of words whose lives were spent on the day of their resurrection, to return strong to the present, like a bull born from the eye of a needle; but no matter how hard he tries to return from it, he will not find a way to do so.

God hid a secret in Aurora that got everyone talking, longing with the desire to reveal it to it. Dreams exploded with stories that were heavy with wounds that repeated, so Aurora listened quietly. When her husband's family agreed that the moment of truth had come, they began to talk endlessly. Small, trivial issues become mountains. What is the story Aurora keeps close to her chest? What fate awaits her?