Ana hadn’t meant to stay up until 2 a.m. But the words "leer online" had pulled her in like a tide.

The real boulevard below was waking up. A bakery's light flipped on. A bus exhaled at the corner. A woman in a yellow jacket jogged past the third lamppost—the one Ana had never noticed flickering.

She searched for Flor Martínez online. Nothing. No social media. No author photo. Just that single book, floating in the digital ether like a message in a bottle.

She had walked that boulevard a hundred times without really seeing it.

One night, a young woman named Sol appeared on a bench. She wasn't reading a book. She was reading the sky.