Ten Cuidado Con Lo Que Deseas ★

She set down her mortar. “Careful. That is another wish.”

And every time, his abuela, Elena, would look up from her herb garden, her dark eyes holding a century of unspoken stories. “Ten cuidado con lo que deseas, mijo. The world listens.”

One stormy October night, lightning split the ancient oak at the edge of town. The next morning, the villagers found something strange embedded in the splintered roots: a flawless sphere of obsidian, cool to the touch despite the lingering heat of the strike. Inside it swirled faint lights, like trapped fireflies. Ten cuidado con lo que deseas

“I wish I had never found you.”

“I wish I’d never touched that thing!” he cried. She set down her mortar

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.

That night, Mateo stood before the living statue. Her stone fingers had almost reached his throat now. The obsidian sphere pulsed like a black heart. “Ten cuidado con lo que deseas, mijo

“I wish something exciting would happen,” he’d sigh, chipping away at a block of local limestone. “I wish my work mattered.”