Lejano A Mis Ojos 1 -

She checked into a small room with a window facing North. As she drifted off to sleep, she realized that being "close" was a cruel illusion. She could see the lights of the city across the water, shimmering like fallen diamonds, but without a way to reach them, they were as unreachable as a dream.

"Lejano a mis ojos," her grandmother would sigh every night, lighting a candle. Far from my eyes, but never from my heart. LEJANO A MIS OJOS 1

"I know that door," the woman whispered. "But it isn't here, child. That door belongs to the Old Quarter in the city across the bridge. But you cannot go there tonight. The fog is too thick, and the guards are restless." She checked into a small room with a window facing North