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Mateo should have been terrified. Instead, he was ecstatic.

Mateo couldn’t answer. He couldn’t move. He could only watch, trapped in his own masterpiece, as the world outside forgot his name and remembered only the sculpture—and the warning carved into its frozen face.

She set down her mortar. “Careful. That is another wish.” Ten cuidado con lo que deseas

“I wish I had never found you.”

Mateo tried to destroy the sculpture. The chisel shattered. The hammer flew from his hand and struck his own reflection in a mirror, spiderwebbing the glass. He tried to flee Valverde, but the mountain roads twisted back to his studio door. Mateo should have been terrified

He carried the sphere to his studio, feeling a thrum of power up his arms. That night, half-asleep and drunk on cheap wine, he held the obsidian and whispered to the empty room: “I wish for a masterpiece. Something that will make the whole world remember my name.”

He called the town. Word spread. Art critics from the capital took the winding mountain road to Valverde. They called it “The Caged Scream.” They called it “a visceral masterpiece of existential dread.” They paid him sums he’d never dreamed of. He couldn’t move

Desperate, he ran to his abuela.