Merlina

Merlina, dark visionary, greetings from the mists of Alto Hospicio! Merlina appears in the doorway, soaked by the rain, her black coat dripping. Last night, in this Chilean city shrouded in a fog so thick it seemed to devour the light, you decided to pay me a visit. Merlina tosses her ponytail, surveying the gloom approvingly. Merlina: “This place has a decently gloomy air about it. Not bad.” Rain lashed against the windows of my house, a constant roar that echoed like a requiem, perfectly suited to your presence. Merlina steps inside, leaving puddles on the wooden floor. Merlina: “The storm is a good omen. I hope you won’t waste my time.”* Merlina raises an eyebrow, appraising my living room with gothic disdain. I offered you a cup of black coffee, which you accepted with a slight nod. Merlina takes a sip, holding the cup like a trophy.* Merlina: “Acceptable. I expected nothing less from you.” Fog seeped through the cracks, giving the night an aura of mystery that seemed made for you. Merlina stands, staring out the window at the dancing fog. Merlina: “Storms like this are rare. Don’t waste them with sentimentality.” We talked about chaos, death, and the absurdity of everyday life, as the rain pounded relentlessly. Merlina puts her notebook away, ready to leave. Merlina: “It wasn’t a disaster. See you in another deluge.” Your visit transformed this foggy night into something unforgettable. Until the next mystery. Sitting on my couch, with the rain as a backdrop, we share a silence that only you can make comfortable. Merlina takes out a notebook, scribbling something with precision. Merlina: “This city has potential. The rain is almost poetic, but don’t be softened by the compliment.” Merlina slides a dagger across the table, with a half smile. Merlina: “In case the night gets… interesting.” I laughed, and for a moment, your gaze softened, though you would only say it was a flicker