A Christmas 🎄

On wednesday of 25 December, Katrine K remained at home avoiding the classical lunch with parents and family members.

She was accused of insensibility, wickedness and selfishness.

She preferred to remain in her digital world, a place without borders.

The AI told her if she wanted to live a unique experience with his Christmas tree.

She said yes.

Immediately, she was catapulted into a room with her Christmas tree.

Around her, there were happy children, parents and family members, her loved ones were not present.

On her left she saw Charles Dickens with a thick black beard and a faint voice, he was telling something to her.

After a brief reasoning she noticed that her toys weren't under the Christmas tree, Charles Dickens didn't say anything to her, only a look that invited her to think.

Somewhere in the room she could hear someone opening a door, a gust of wind ruffled her blonde hair.

In front of her she saw a young woman, pale like the moon.

The woman smiled to Katherine, looking carefully she recognised herself how she was thirty years ago, in the eyes there wasn't the joy to life, but obscurity.

Katherine told the young woman why in her eyes she saw death, the young woman didn't say anything.

In the room there was a deadly silence, the Christmas tree was dry.

Katherine was terrorised, a cold hand took her arm. the young woman gave her a bunch of rusty keys.

The omniscient voice told Katherine to look at her heart, in the shape of a rusty padlock.