Gift of anaconda

On that frigid Christmas Eve, as I, 17-year-old Miley Davidson, busied
myself with wrapping presents in anticipation of the morning's festivities, an unexpected interruption shattered the tranquility.

A slender anaconda snake slithered its way into the room, its emerald eyes fixated on me. Fear surged through my veins, but the snake's voice—smoky and alluring calmed my racing heart

'Do not be afraid, young one,' the snake, who introduced herself as Liliana, hissed. 'I bear a gift that you will cherish.'

In its slender jaws, Liliana held a gleaming mirror, its ornate frame adorned with intricate carvings. 'This mirror holds an ancient secret,' she whispered. 'Look into it, and you shall find yourself in a world beyond your wildest dreams.'

Intrigue and curiosity prevailed over my trepidation. I reached out to accept the gift, promising to keep its existence a secret. As night fell, I couldn't resist gazing into the mirror's depths.

In a moment of recklessness, I touched the cool surface, and instantly, a surge of cold energy enveloped me. The mirror rippled and warped, and I was pulled into a swirling vortex.

When my vision cleared, I found myself standing atop the Eiffel Tower in Paris. The city twinkled below like a celestial tapestry, and the year was 1980.

Confusion and exhilaration mingled within me. I had stepped through time and into a foreign land. I approached a woman, asking for the time, and her reply sent shivers down my spine: 'It is 3 o'clock on the 16th of June.'

As I wandered the streets of Paris, I was struck by the beauty and chaos of a different era. The cars were sleek and shiny, and the music was both enchanting and unfamiliar. I felt a sense of freedom and adventure I had never known before.

However, my joy was short-lived. That night, a cockroach as large as my hand appeared in my hotel room. Its antennae twitched as it scuttled across the floor, its chitinous body glistening in the dim light.

Panic seized me. I tried to scream, but no sound escaped my lips. The cockroach approached, its mandibles clicking menacingly. I knew that if it bit me, I would perish in this strange and alien world.

In desperation, I remembered the mirror. I ran to the bathroom, grabbed it, and shattered it on the ground. A blinding flash of light consumed me, and I was abruptly transported back to my own time and place.

As I lay on my bed, shivering from the remnants of my terrifying ordeal, I realized that I had stumbled upon a secret that was both wonderful and perilous. I vowed to keep my adventure a secret forever, for I feared the consequences of tampering with the fabric of time.

From that night forward, Christmas Eve held a new significance for me. It was a day to remember the magical mirror, the adventure in Paris, and the cockroach from a different era. And it was a day to be grateful that I had returned home safely from a realm where time twisted and danger lurked in the shadows