The edge of desire

17 de December de 202417 de December de 2024 by Eliza

SECRETS OF THE MOON

The edge of desire

They say that under the Moon everything seems possible, that the shadows hide more than lies and that desire burns stronger when it is kept silent. But… how long can the secret last?

Lucía led a structured life, with fixed schedules, short relationships and absolute control over what happened around her. At 28 years old, he had a well-paid job, independence and zero interest in complicating his life with the dramas of love. He had had relationships before, yes, but none deep enough to stay in his memory for longer than necessary. For her, love was a game not worth playing that much.

It all started at a chance meeting of friends. The kind of night where music and laughter manage to break invisible barriers and turn strangers into accomplices. There she met him: Adrián. A man with a defiant look and a smile that promised what it shouldn’t. He was that guy you’re warned to avoid, but who always ends up dragging you over the edge.

For hours, they exchanged glances and comments that seemed innocent, but each sentence hid more. When he offered to accompany her home, Lucía did not hesitate to accept. That night, under the threshold of his door, he felt something he had not experienced in a long time: a raw, vibrant desire, like a volcano that had been dormant for too long.

—Are you going to invite me in or do you want to continue playing hard? —he asked, leaning against the frame.

He looked irritating. Nothing more was needed than that.

The first night was explosive. No preambles, no romantic love stories, just bodies responding to impulses. Adrián was not like the others; he didn’t follow the rules. He would look for her whenever he wanted, disappear for days and return with a charming excuse that she never rejected. Theirs wasn’t something formal, they weren’t a couple, but they couldn’t resist each other either.

Weeks passed in that constant coming and going. Lucía was addicted, although she refused to admit it. In the few moments where they opened up beyond the physical, she discovered that Adrián was a complicated man. His past was full of mistakes, broken relationships, and women he had pushed away. But just as it seemed to open, Adrián stepped back. And that, ironically, attracted her even more.

One night, after another of their “comings and goings,” Adrián appeared with a proposal.

—What if we escape for a weekend? —he asked, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

-Where to? —Lucía responded, skeptical.

—It doesn’t matter. Choose a place. We need to breathe.

Lucia, although surprised, felt that she needed it. That routine of intense encounters, between tension and desire, was beginning to wear her down. So it helped. The following Friday, with light backpacks and without defined planes, he took the road towards the coast. During the ride, they didn’t stop talking: him telling her anecdotes from his childhood, she laughing at how he always seemed to get lost on the roads.

When they arrived, they found a small coastal town. Renting a room in a simple but cozy hotel, Adrián took her hand and took her straight to the beach. The cold sand under their feet and the sound of the sea surrounding them created a different scenario. It wasn’t the usual desire, it wasn’t just bodies searching for each other in the darkness. It was something else.

—Do you realize that we have never done anything like this before? —said Adrián, looking at the horizon.

—Kind of like… getting out of bed, right? —She responded with a mocking tone.

He looked at her and shook his head, smiling.

—No, something like being ourselves without masks.

That sentence left her silent. Because it was true. Until that moment, their relationship had been built on the ephemeral, the fleeting, as if they were afraid to show themselves vulnerable. That night, on a terrace looking at the stars, they drank wine and told each other stories they had never shared with anyone. Adrián confessed his fears: how difficult it was to allow himself to love someone after so much time hurting and being hurt. Lucía, for her part, confessed that the controlled life that she defended so much was only an excuse to never feel hurt again.

—Why are we so broken? —Lucía asked, in a whisper.

“Because no one taught us to be whole,” he answered, caressing her face.

That night was different. They made love, but with a calm they had not known before. As if, for the first time, they didn’t need to prove anything. Just be.

The next day, they returned to the city. But something had changed. The intensity of their relationship no longer felt the same. Adrián began to distance himself little by little. What they had shared on that trip seemed too real, too honest for him. And Lucía noticed it. One night, after several unanswered messages, he decided to end it.

“I don’t want this anymore, Adrián,” he wrote. What happened there was not a mistake. But if you can’t be honest with yourself, there’s no point in continuing.

Adrián never responded. Theirs ended with a silence that said more than a thousand words.

Lucía spent weeks rebuilding herself. I missed him, yes, but I also understood that some people are only in our lives to show us parts of ourselves that we don’t know about. Adrián had taught her that she could love without losing herself, and that was enough.

Some people come into our lives like storms. They stir us up, transform us and then disappear, leaving behind a clearer sky. The moon knows it. She always knows.

The flame that lights up when the light goes out

5 de December de 2024 by Eliza

SECRETS OF THE MOON

The flame that lights up when the light goes out

Under the faint glow of the moon, the stories seem to take on a different, almost magical dimension. The secrets that are hidden during the day find a safe haven in the darkness, where the most intense emotions and deepest desires emerge. María didn’t believe in those things, but that night, everything was about to change.

María had a structured, almost predictable life. At 29 years old, she worked as a freelance graphic designer, which gave her the freedom to manage her time as she pleased, but also a constant challenge to balance her emotions. She had chosen a small but cozy apartment in the center of the city, away from the hustle and bustle, seeking peace after years of failed relationships and a love life that seemed more like a battlefield than a source of happiness.

Although her daily routine kept her busy, with creative projects that offered her a certain level of satisfaction, she often felt the emptiness of coming home and not having someone with whom to share the small triumphs or even the defeats of the day. That emptiness was something she preferred to ignore, occupying herself with books, series and occasional meetings with her friends.

Since the day he moved in, Alejandro had caught his attention. His upstairs neighbor had an energy that filled any space. At 42 years old, with a physique that reflected his constant visits to the gym and a smile that exuded confidence, it was difficult not to notice him. They often met in the elevator or in the lobby of the building, and their exchanges were always brief but full of latent chemistry.

María was not one to be carried away by a pretty face, but there was something about Alejandro that intrigued her, a mix of security and mystery. I would see him return with bags of groceries or go out for an evening jog, and although I had never asked him directly, I had heard a neighbor mention that he was recently divorced.

Everything changed that night. An unexpected storm left the building without power. Maria was alone in her apartment, trying to read by candlelight, when a soft knock on her door startled her. It was Alejandro, with a flashlight in his hand and a proposal: “Why don’t you come to my apartment? I have a bottle of wine and it’s not a good idea to be alone on a night like this.”

María hesitated for a moment, but accepted. His apartment was lit with candles and, although simple, had a cozy air that reflected Alejandro’s personality. The conversation began casually, but with each glass of wine, the words flowed more naturally.

Alejandro told him about his divorce, how it had been a painful but necessary decision. He shared how he and his ex-wife had grown up in opposite directions and how, despite everything, he still believed in love. María, for her part, confessed how she had decided to walk away from relationships after a bitter experience where deception had been the main cause of the breakup.

As the conversation deepened, Alejandro commented, “I’ve always believed that the most genuine connections are felt immediately, as if they were meant to be.” The phrase resonated with Maria more than she wanted to admit.

When the storm subsided and the building was still in darkness, Alejandro approached her. “You know, ever since I saw you move in I’ve wanted to take you out to dinner, but I always thought you were too much for me.” Maria laughed nervously, and before she could respond, he kissed her.

The kiss triggered something neither of them could control. Between laughter, kisses and caresses, they ended up on Alejandro’s couch. The tension built up for months broke out in a meeting full of desire. Each movement was a mixture of passion and tenderness, as if both were exploring an unknown but longed-for territory.

When dawn illuminated the apartment, María woke up curled up next to Alejandro. For a moment, everything seemed perfect, until he noticed a message on his phone. It was from a neighbor who had seen Alejandro going out with another woman a few days before.

It didn’t take long for Maria to confront him. Alejandro, sincere, admitted that he was meeting someone else, but that it was nothing serious. “I can’t explain what happened last night, but I know it was special,” he said, trying to calm her down. For Maria, the words were confusing. How could it be special if he had someone else?

Days passed without speaking. Alejandro tried to look for her several times, but she avoided any contact. He felt a mixture of pain and wounded pride. For the first time in a long time, he had let someone cross his barriers, and now he paid the price.

One day, he knocked on her door with a letter in his hand. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I wanted you to know what you mean to me,” he said before leaving. Maria read the letter with her heart pounding. In it, Alejandro described how, since he had met her, he had felt a connection that made him question everything.

After reading it several times, María decided to give it another chance, but with one condition: “If we are going to try something, it will be on my terms. No more lies or games.” Alejandro helped, and although the road was not easy, they both began to build something more real and honest.

Under the moonlight, where it all began, Maria and Alejandro sat on the apartment balcony, sharing a comfortable silence. Although their paths had been complicated, that night they both knew that, at least for now, they were exactly where they needed to be.

Intense Loves: One Night, Two Roads

3 de December de 2024 by Eliza

SECRETS OF THE MOON

Intense Loves: One Night, Two Roads

The moon filled the sky, as if it wanted to reveal secrets that the night hid. Lucía looked in the mirror before leaving the house, adjusting her earrings and making sure her tight, elegant black dress looked perfect. It wasn’t a special occasion, but I needed to feel like it was. Andrés, her partner, had declined the invitation to his friends’ party, as he had done with almost everything lately.

At the party, Lucía felt alive again. The music, the bustle of conversations, the laughter… and then, he saw it. Adrián, the bartender, a man with dark eyes and intense gaze, who served the guests with a smile that seemed to hide a world of secrets. Lucía couldn’t help but notice him while he prepared drinks with skillful and confident movements.

When she approached to order a gin and tonic, Adrián looked her directly in the eyes and said:

—Let me guess, you like it with little ice and no lemon slice.

Lucía laughed, surprised by the confidence of the comment.

—What if I tell you that I prefer whiskey?

—Then I will make the best of your life.

The conversation flowed easily, each comment had a spark that ignited something deeper. Meanwhile, Andrés remained absent, beyond his physical presence. After an hour, Lucía received a message from him saying that he would be leaving early. “Enjoy the night,” he wrote. And that he did.

When the clock struck midnight, Lucía was still at the bar. Adrián leaned towards her, with a mixture of boldness and complicity in his eyes.

—Do you want to continue talking? There’s too much noise here.

Lucía hesitated for a second, but the idea of spending more time with him tempted her too much. They got up and walked to a more secluded terrace, where the fresh air and silence allowed them to talk more intimately. Adrián wasn’t just attractive; He was witty, funny, and had a way of looking at her that made her feel unique.

The atmosphere was charged with tension. They were so close that they could feel each other’s warmth. Lucia broke the silence:

—This shouldn’t be happening.

—And what is “this”? Adrian asked, scooting a little closer.

She didn’t answer. Instead, her lips found his in a kiss that started cautiously but quickly turned into an explosion of desire. It was as if everything he had been repressing for months was released in that instant.

Adrián guided her to an empty room in the house, where repressed desire took control. Every caress, every kiss was a reaffirmation of what Lucía had been needing: passion, emotion, feeling alive. The rest of the night was a whirlwind of emotions and sensations.

The next morning, Lucía woke up in a strange bed, with the sun’s rays coming through the window. Adrián was next to her, fast asleep, with a calm expression on his face. She stared at it for a few seconds before silently getting up and getting dressed.

On the way home, his mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She felt guilt for Andrés, but also an inexplicable happiness for having experienced something that connected her with herself. When he arrived, he found Andrés in the living room, working on his laptop. He looked up, gave her a distracted smile, and continued typing.

Lucía realized that it was not only guilt she felt, but also deep sadness for what she had lost in her relationship. The passion, the emotion… could I get it back with Andrés?

During the following days, Lucía avoided both Andrés and Adrián. She needed time to understand what had happened and what it meant to her. One night, while Andrés was sleeping, he sat on the balcony with a glass of wine and looked at the full moon. He realized that the problem was not just the relationship; It was herself. He had been letting routine and comfort take control of his life.

When he finally confronted Andrés, he did so with sincerity. He confessed that they needed to work on their relationship or let her go. Andrés, surprised but not oblivious to his own mistakes, accepted the challenge.

With Adrián, there were no more meetings or messages. He was a reminder of what Lucia stood to lose if she didn’t take control of her life. But it was also a reminder of what she could gain if she dared to be honest with herself.

The moon shone overhead, like a mute witness to all that had happened. As Lucía observed its light from the window of her room, she realized that the secrets that had been revealed to her that night were not only about Andrés or Adrián, but about herself. He understood that passion, guilt and love were parts of a whole that made up his humanity.

Time would continue its course, as it always does, and the moon would continue to illuminate other stories, other hearts that, like his, were torn between desire and reason. Because the secrets of the moon were nothing more than reflections of the truths that each person keeps inside.

When Pleasure Reveals the Hidden Truth

28 de November de 202428 de November de 2024 by Eliza

Cuando el Placer Revela la Verdad Oculta

SECRETS OF THE MOON

When Pleasure Reveals the Hidden Truth

In Secrets of the Moon, the stories are not what they seem at first glance. Here, passion and life-changing decisions intertwine under the veil of night, where emotions are laid bare and deepest truths come to light.

Sandra was a woman who attracted attention wherever she went, not only for her physical attractiveness, but for the energy she radiated. At 29 years old, she had become accustomed to living life on her own terms, without being accountable to anyone and always looking for new experiences that would keep her excited. Adventurous by nature, Sandra had a free mind and an uncomplicated approach to relationships.

He didn’t believe in labels or traditional expectations. For her, every connection was an opportunity to explore something new, to learn about herself and others. He had had longer relationships in the past, but lately he found himself enjoying more spontaneous encounters, following his instincts and letting himself be carried away by the moment.

Despite her confident facade, Sandra also had her internal doubts and questions. He often wondered if he was looking for something in these chance encounters, something he couldn’t yet name. But instead of stopping to analyze it, he preferred to live intensely, as if each day were a white-listed page to be written.

That attitude was what led her to meet Raúl, one of the many boys she had gone out with in recent months. With him there was a different spark, a chemistry that made them forget the outside world when they were together. But Sandra wasn’t looking for commitments, and neither was he. Therefore, when Raúl proposed something out of the ordinary, Sandra did not hesitate to say yes.

One day, Sandra, with her carefree air and charming smile, decided to write to Raúl to see what he was doing.

That time, while they were talking between laughter and caresses, Raúl launched an unexpected idea:

—What if we try something different? Something more… risky.

Sandra raised an eyebrow, intrigued. I knew Raúl had a daring streak, but I didn’t expect him to suggest something like a threesome. Instead of being scared or recoiling, she felt curious and excited about the proposal. For her, life was an accumulation of experiences, and this seemed like one more to add to the list.

It wasn’t long before they found the third person. Eva, a friend of Raúl, seemed to fit in perfectly. She was outgoing, confident and open to exploring. The night of the meeting came quickly, and Sandra couldn’t help but feel a mix of nerves and anticipation as she got ready in front of the mirror.

The atmosphere was warm and energetic when they started. The three shared nervous laughter and looks full of expectation. When they finally let themselves go, the barriers broke naturally. The meeting was electrifying, full of a connection that went beyond the physical. Sandra couldn’t stop watching Eva; his confidence, his gestures, the way he took control subtly but firmly.

After the intensity of the moment, while the three of them rested on the sofa, Sandra was more thoughtful than she expected. The images of Eva and the connection they had shared continued to haunt his mind. That night, before going to sleep, he checked his messages and, without thinking much, wrote:

—Thank you for tonight. It was… different from everything.

The conversation with Eva flowed with unexpected ease. What started as a simple thank you turned into long conversations about everything and nothing, from movies to the places they dreamed of visiting. Soon, those virtual chats turned into chance encounters, and Sandra began to realize something she had never explored before: her attraction to Eva went beyond shared experience.

The following months were a whirlwind. Sandra and Eva began a relationship that was light at first, as another experiment in Sandra’s adventurous life. However, over time, she discovered that being with Eva made her feel in a way she had never experienced before. There was an emotional connection and understanding that she hadn’t found in her relationships with men.

“I’ve never thought about this,” Sandra admitted one night as they both watched the stars from a nearby hill.

-In what? —Eva asked, smiling.

—That maybe… I’ve always been looking for something different and I didn’t know it.

However, as with many relationships, Sandra and Eva’s faced its own challenges. Their strong personalities sometimes clashed, and the transition from a no-strings-attached life to a serious relationship was something Sandra was still learning to handle. After several months, they decided to separate, but they did so on good terms, recognizing that both had been essential in each other’s growth.

It was after this relationship that Sandra began to understand something fundamental about herself. She no longer viewed her encounters with men in the same way; her desires were aimed at exploring the feminine world that Eva had helped open for her. For the first time, Sandra felt like she was discovering who she really was and what she wanted in life.

Under the influence of the moon, Sandra discovered her most intimate truth. Because in this corner of stories, it is not about happy endings, but about paths that illuminate the soul.

Between Classrooms and Hearts: A Second Chance

27 de November de 202427 de November de 2024 by Eliza

Entre Aulas y Corazones: Una Segunda Oportunidad

SECRETS OF THE MOON

Between Classrooms and Hearts: A Second Chance

Under the soft and changing light of the moon, human emotions find their most sincere reflection. Love, betrayal, redemption: the moon has witnessed it all, wrapping each story in its silver mantle.

Luis was a man of principles, at least until his life began to falter. A university professor, decorated in his field, he had been in a relationship with Ana for eight years, an independent and determined woman who had accompanied him through thick and thin. Their life together was peaceful, but over time, the spark that united them seemed to have faded.

Ana, a journalist with a always tight schedule, dedicated long hours to her career. Luis, for his part, spent entire days at the university, immersed in research and classes. Monotony had placed a pall of routine over their relationship, and although they still loved each other, neither of them seemed willing to address what was driving them apart.

Everything changed when Camila arrived, a young student with bright eyes and deep questions who illuminated each of Luis’s classes. At first, the connection between them was purely academic. Camila always had a sharp comment, a question that went beyond the obvious. But soon, the conversations after class became more personal.

Luis was looking forward to those moments. He began looking for excuses to prolong the interactions, until one afternoon, while they were reviewing an essay in his office, the distance between them faded. It was a furtive kiss, a crossing of lines that Luis never thought he would cross.

The following weeks were a whirlwind of emotions. Luis and Camila began seeing each other outside of the university, in hidden cafes and restaurants where no one knew them. For Luis, Camila represented everything he had missed: spontaneity, energy, and an air of newness that made him feel young again.

Ana began to notice the changes. Luis arrived later, was distracted and no longer showed interest in the moments they used to share. Although she tried to ignore him, Ana’s intuition led her to confront him. At his insistence, Luis confessed everything.

Ana, hurt and furious, did not wait for explanations. He gathered his things and left the apartment they shared. Luis, intoxicated by his relationship with Camila, believed that it was the price he had to pay for looking for something new, something exciting.

However, his relationship with Camila was not everything he imagined. Although the first months were intense, with escapades and moments of passion, they soon faced reality. Camila was young, she had her own dreams and priorities. Luis’s expectations began to weigh on him, and what was once exciting became a burden.

One afternoon, while they were having coffee in their usual place, Camila confessed that she couldn’t continue. He thanked him for what he had experienced, but he needed to focus on his studies and building his life. Luis, devastated, watched him walk away, taking with him all the enthusiasm he had felt in recent months.

Resentment settled into his life. He spent weeks immersed in work, avoiding his colleagues and facing the void that Ana had left. Memories of their relationship haunted him, from the small gestures of complicity to the arguments that now seemed insignificant.

After months of introspection, Luis made a decision: look for Ana. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, that he would have to face her anger and distrust, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that she was his true home.

The first time he called her, Ana didn’t answer. When she finally agreed to see him, she made it clear that she wasn’t interested in easy reconciliations. Luis, however, was not looking for excuses. He confessed everything he had felt, his mistakes and his regret. Ana listened, but gave no immediate answers.

Weeks passed before Ana agreed to go out with him again, and when she did, it was under new conditions. They both knew that their relationship needed profound changes to work. They began hanging out without labels, rediscovering each other as people and sharing moments they previously took for granted.

Luis, for his part, promised to show him that he had learned from his mistakes. Ana, although cautious, began to open up again. Little by little, their connection grew stronger, and what was once broken began to heal.

Luis knew that gaining Ana’s trust again would not be quick or easy. Therefore, he began to work on small gestures that spoke louder than words: he prepared spontaneous dinners, accompanied her to her work events, and took a genuine interest in her projects. For her part, Ana, although still with reservations, noticed the changes in Luis and how these were not only aimed at recovering the relationship, but also at becoming a better version of himself. It was in one of those everyday gestures, one afternoon while they were walking together in the park, when Ana took his hand and, with a shy smile, whispered: “Maybe we still have a chance.”

Under the patient gaze of the moon, Luis and Ana learned that relationships, like the tides, have their ups and downs. Wrong decisions can break hearts, but they can also open paths to deeper understanding. In the ups and downs of life, sometimes it is necessary to lose to appreciate what really matters.

Under the Moon of Betrayal

18 de November de 202418 de November de 2024 by Eliza

SECRETS OF THE MOON

Under the Moon of Betrayal

Under the light of the moon, decisions seem clearer, desires more intense, and emotions impossible to ignore. It all starts with an impulse…

The night began as a desperate attempt to forget. Ana, with a broken heart and barely dry tears, accepted her friends’ invitation to go out. Weeks ago she had discovered the infidelity of Daniel, her boyfriend of five years, with whom she had built what she thought was a solid relationship. But the betrayal had been like a blow to the stomach, one that was still difficult for him to assimilate.

The plan was simple: go out dancing, drink a little, laugh a lot and, if possible, erase the bitter taste that that relationship had left in her. Her friends insisted that she needed to clear her head, and although Ana doubted that a night of partying would take away the pain, she ended up accepting.

The club was packed, with colorful lights flashing to the beat of the music. Ana let herself be carried away by the enthusiasm of her friends, who tried at all costs to keep her encouraged. The drinks began to flow, and with each sip, I felt the sadness fade a little, replaced by a slight euphoria.

In the middle of the dance floor, while trying to enjoy the moment, he met a familiar look: Santiago, Daniel’s cousin. She was younger than him, just a couple of years older than her, and although she had always noticed his charm, she had never considered it beyond family gatherings. This time, however, something in his smile, in the way he looked at her, made Ana feel an unexpected spark.

Santiago approached with a confidence that Ana did not remember having seen before. “I didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, leaning in slightly to make himself heard over the music. Ana shrugged, trying to maintain her composure.

“I didn’t expect to see you either,” he replied, aware that the alcohol was beginning to loosen his tongue.

The conversation flowed with surprising naturalness. Santiago told him about his work, how he was living in another city and had only returned for a few days. Ana avoided mentioning Daniel, but Santiago, perhaps reading between the lines, did not ask uncomfortable questions. Talking to him was strange, like a mixture of familiarity and novelty that disconcerted her, but at the same time made her feel comfortable.

As the night wore on, the distances between them seemed to shorten. At one point, Santiago took her by the hand and led her to a quieter corner of the club. “Are you OK?” he asked, with a sincerity that surprised Ana.

She ascended, although she wasn’t sure she was. “I just needed to distract myself,” he confessed.

Santiago looked into her eyes, and for a second, Ana felt that the noise of the place disappeared. “Sometimes distraction can be the best thing,” he said with a smile that had something mischievous about it.

It was he who took the first step. With a closeness that felt both inevitable and forbidden, he leaned in and kissed her. Ana, surprised, hesitated for a moment, but then let herself go. The kiss was intense, charged with a mixture of desire and rebellion that ignited something inside her.

When she left the club, Ana wasn’t thinking clearly. He had drunk more than usual, but not enough that he didn’t know what he was doing. Santiago suggested going to her apartment, and although a part of her knew she was crossing a line, the other, stronger part, didn’t want to stop.

On the way, both were silent, but their hands remained intertwined. The atmosphere was charged with tension, but also with something new for Ana: a feeling of freedom, of acting without thinking about the consequences.

In the apartment, the intimidated woman took control. Santiago was attentive, patient, and even though Ana knew that what he was doing was a kind of indirect revenge against Daniel, she decided not to think about it too much. She let herself be carried away by the moment, by the caresses and kisses, by that urgent need to feel something other than sadness.

The meeting was intense, but also confusing. When it was all over, Ana stared at the ceiling, with Santiago asleep next to her. At that moment, reality hit her hard: what she had just done didn’t undo the pain, but it didn’t make it worse either. It was just one night, a moment that might never be repeated.

The next day, Santiago tried to prolong the meeting. He proposed having breakfast together, but Ana, overwhelmed, decided to leave. “It was an incredible night, but I don’t think this should go any further,” she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

Santiago seemed to understand, although a shadow of deception crossed his face. “If you change your mind, you know where to find me,” he said before saying goodbye.

Ana returned home feeling strange, as if she were in a movie whose ending she didn’t fully understand. She didn’t regret it, but she also wasn’t sure what she had gained from all this.

Over time, the night with Santiago became a hazy memory, an anecdote he rarely shared with anyone. Daniel never knew what happened, and Ana never felt the need to tell him. What she did know was that this experience had taught her something valuable: she could no longer define herself through the men who passed through her life.

She decided to focus on herself, on healing, on rediscovering who she was outside of relationships. And although the night with Santiago was a detour on her path, it was also the beginning of a new chapter, one in which she was the protagonist.

Not every night leaves scars. Some are simply the echo of impulsive decisions that, at the moment, seem inevitable. The secrets of the moon are like those moments: fleeting, intense, and sometimes revealing.