[WORK IN PROGRESS]
(Original translation from the spanish story, also made by myself)
The cycle of the star: to be born, to shine at its fullest splendor, and to disappear forever.
Every life has its point of ignition, its flare, and its dusk. Some call it fate; others, consequence. This is the story of someone who understood too late that glory comes at a cost, and that crime is not always born of hatred, but of the desire to remain-if only for a moment longer-in the light.
When everything goes dark, what remains is neither the act, nor the body, nor the name: it is the trace left by the fall. Because even the brightest, in their final moment, comes to learn that there is no difference between splendor and ruin, if both burn with the same intensity.
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