The story
It was a misty time in the hills of Bucaramanga when destiny began to reveal itself through the veil of sleep. That early Thursday morning, the stillness of the night was broken for a man whose identity is lost to memory, when the incorporeal figure of his father materialized amidst a dreamlike gloom. The specter was holding some wrinkled X-rays in his hands, showing the cold evidence of a worn-out body. With a voice that seemed to come from very far away, the old man confessed the bitter truth to his son: in the hospital where he lay admitted in Santander, the doctors were ignoring him, leaving him to his fate, and his final hour was mapped out. Before fading into the dawn mist, he entrusted him with one last, painful mission: to look after his mother with great care. Just as the ghost had announced with pinpoint precision, the tragedy struck in the early hours of the following Monday, leaving a deep void and the echo of an inevitable farewell.
However, the invisible thread connecting this family to fatal designs was not broken with that loss. Years later, a little girl of barely four years old, the granddaughter of the household, began to unsettle her family with nighttime visions impossible for her tender age. In her childish mind, an acute fear had been planted after dreaming of a runaway iron carriage that claimed the life of her maternal grandmother. With the innocence typical of her childhood but with a heartbreaking urgency, the child pleaded with her grandmother for several days not to go to work at her market stall located in a busy city park. She begged her to stay, trying to alter a future she already glimpsed in her nightmares.
On the morning of the fateful event, a heavy drowsiness overcame the little girl, keeping her fast asleep and sparing her from accompanying her grandmother on her usual morning commute. The woman, completely ignoring the girl's dream warnings, settled into her outdoor sales stand. She patiently bent down to arrange the day's merchandise, oblivious to the danger lunging toward her. Within seconds, a runaway taxi, stripped of its brakes, violently crossed the street and mercilessly crashed into the small structure. The impact was devastating and instantly cut short the grandmother's life, fulfilling the prophecy that dreams, with their mysterious melancholy, had tried in vain to prevent.
