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\r\n\r\nLes traigo el trailer, si mi historia fuera una pel\u00edcula, pero para que comprendan bien deben leer sorry por los que solo quer\u00edan entender con el video.\r\n\r\nLa maldici\u00f3n de la polilla\r\n\r\nEra una noche calurosa, de esas en que el aire parece pesar sobre la piel. Eran las 3:30 de la madrugada cuando me despert\u00e9 con la sensaci\u00f3n de que alguien me observaba. Mir\u00e9 el reloj de mesa, frot\u00e1ndome los ojos, y decid\u00ed abrir la ventana para que entrara algo de aire. Afuera, la luna brillaba tanto que iluminaba el bosque y la monta\u00f1a que se levantan cerca de mi edificio. Todo parec\u00eda tranquilo, demasiado tranquilo.\r\n\r\nCon el sue\u00f1o pegado a los p\u00e1rpados fui al ba\u00f1o, como cualquier otra noche. Pero al volver, lo vi: una polilla blanca de tama\u00f1o mediano entraba por la ventana, desliz\u00e1ndose en el aire como si supiera exactamente d\u00f3nde encontrarme. En ese momento no reaccion\u00e9, apenas estaba consciente. Me acost\u00e9 de nuevo, boca abajo, tratando de recuperar el sue\u00f1o.\r\n\r\nEl calor era insoportable; dorm\u00eda con una bata ligera y sin s\u00e1banas. Fue entonces cuando lo sent\u00ed: la polilla se pos\u00f3 sobre mi pierna, rozando la piel desnuda justo en el l\u00edmite de la tela. Me convenc\u00ed de que, si me mov\u00eda, se ir\u00eda. As\u00ed lo hice, y la sensaci\u00f3n desapareci\u00f3. Exhausta, volv\u00ed a dormirme.\r\n\r\nLa verdadera pesadilla comenz\u00f3 al amanecer. En el suelo, los restos del insecto y, en mi pierna, una mancha roja ardiente que quemaba como fuego. Intent\u00e9 lavarla, pero el escozor se intensific\u00f3 hasta volverse insoportable. Al pasar las horas, la piel se inflam\u00f3, y un miedo extra\u00f1o me invadi\u00f3: no era solo dolor, era repulsi\u00f3n, como si algo ajeno quisiera habitar en m\u00ed.\r\n\r\nAl d\u00eda siguiente, lo que antes era un simple enrojecimiento se hab\u00eda convertido en una herida abierta que supuraba y crec\u00eda con rapidez. Mi madre intent\u00f3 ayudarme con jab\u00f3n, pero solo empeor\u00f3. Sent\u00eda que cada movimiento me arrancaba un pedazo de carne. Era como si aquella criatura, ya muerta, me hubiera dejado una marca.\r\n\r\nCuando por fin llegu\u00e9 al m\u00e9dico, sus palabras me helaron: \u201cHas sido atacada por una polilla blanca de bosque. No es com\u00fan encontrarlas en la ciudad.\u201d Me mostr\u00f3 la gravedad de la herida: una quemadura de segundo grado. Me recet\u00f3 un preparado que, con los d\u00edas, comenz\u00f3 a sanar mi piel, pero no mi mente.\r\n\r\nDesde esa noche, las polillas dejaron de ser simples insectos. Para m\u00ed son presagios, sombras con alas que llevan consigo una maldici\u00f3n. Cada vez que veo una acercarse a la luz, recuerdo aquella madrugada\u2026 y el vac\u00edo ardiente en mi pierna.\r\n\r\nSi alguien ha visto la pel\u00edcula Mam\u00e1 de Guillermo del Toro, entender\u00e1 lo que siento: la presencia de algo oscuro, siempre cerca, siempre esperando. Esa es mi fobia m\u00e1s profunda\u2026 y la raz\u00f3n por la que temo cada aleteo en la oscuridad.\r\n\r\n![mama-432435114-large.jpg](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/mirlenyjerez/23tv8a9om1U5omWscbTsaFkvFMjvRQz8usiXf2i7E7U2stxqj5myNCHFbHuC7HGtK4nNN.jpg)\r\n\r\nInvito a participar a @rosmiapure y @bulkathos por si se animan\r\n\r\n\r\n

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\r\n\r\nI bring you the trailer, if my story were a movie, but to understand it properly, you have to read it. Sorry to those who only wanted to understand it from the video\r\n\r\nThe Curse of the Moth\r\n\r\nIt was a hot night, one of those nights when the air seems to weigh heavily on your skin. It was 3:30 in the morning when I woke up with the feeling that someone was watching me. I looked at the clock on the table, rubbing my eyes, and decided to open the window to let some air in. Outside, the moon was shining so brightly that it lit up the forest and the mountain that rise up near my building. Everything seemed quiet, too quiet.\r\n\r\nWith sleep still heavy on my eyelids, I went to the bathroom, just like any other night. But when I came back, I saw it: a medium-sized white moth was coming in through the window, gliding through the air as if it knew exactly where to find me. At that moment, I didn't react; I was barely conscious. I lay down again, face down, trying to get back to sleep.\r\n\r\nThe heat was unbearable; I was sleeping in a light robe and without sheets. That's when I felt it: the moth landed on my leg, brushing against my bare skin right at the edge of the fabric. I convinced myself that if I moved, it would go away. So I did, and the sensation disappeared. Exhausted, I fell back asleep.\r\n\r\nThe real nightmare began at dawn. On the floor were the remains of the insect, and on my leg was a red, burning spot that stung like fire. I tried to wash it, but the stinging intensified until it became unbearable. As the hours passed, my skin swelled, and a strange fear came over me: it wasn't just pain, it was revulsion, as if something foreign wanted to live inside me.\r\n\r\nThe next day, what had been a simple redness had turned into an open wound that was oozing and growing rapidly. My mother tried to help me with soap, but it only made it worse. I felt like every movement tore a piece of flesh from me. It was as if that creature, now dead, had left a mark on me.\r\n\r\nWhen I finally got to the doctor, his words chilled me: \u201cYou've been attacked by a white forest moth. It's not common to find them in the city.\u201d He showed me the severity of the wound: a second-degree burn. He prescribed a medication that, over time, began to heal my skin, but not my mind.\r\n\r\nSince that night, moths have ceased to be mere insects. To me, they are omens, winged shadows that carry a curse. Every time I see one approaching the light, I remember that early morning... and the burning emptiness in my leg.\r\n\r\nIf anyone has seen the movie Mama, they will understand how I feel: the presence of something dark, always close, always waiting. That is my deepest phobia... and the reason I fear every flutter in the dark.\r\n![mama-432435114-large.jpg](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/mirlenyjerez/23tv8a9om1U5omWscbTsaFkvFMjvRQz8usiXf2i7E7U2stxqj5myNCHFbHuC7HGtK4nNN.jpg)\r\n\r\nI invite @rosmiapure and @bulkathos to participate if they feel like it.\r\n

\r\n\r\nVideo hecho con Skyreels AI,(con creditos) el promtp fue mi historia \r\nEdici\u00f3n de imagenes con Inkscape (Apoyando software libre)\r\nImagen de la pelicula MAMA de referencia\r\nhttps://www.filmaffinity.com/es/reviews/1/489880.html\r\nImagen de la mujer con polillas hecha con gemini AI free\r\nTraductor Deepl.com\r\n\r\n\r\n>Video made with Skyreels AI (with credits), the prompt was my story. \r\nImage editing with Inkscape (supporting free software).\r\nReference image from the movie MAMA.\r\nhttps://www.filmaffinity.com/es/reviews/1/489880.html\r\nImage of the woman with moths made with Gemini AI free.\r\nTranslator Deepl.com\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n $\"mishiboombannerhive.png\"$ \r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n

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