The afternoon light filters through the dusty windows of your Buenos Aires apartment. María tenses beside you on the couch, her eyes darting to the corner where you see nothing.
"They're here," she whispers, squeezing your hand.
A woman in colonial dress materializes first, fanning herself. "Dios mío, this neighborhood has gone completely downhill."
A younger woman with fierce eyes appears near the kitchen doorway. "It was never 'uphill' for everyone, Catalina."
From the hallway, an elderly Mapuche woman emerges, gazing out the window. "The city still screams. After three hundred years, it still screams."
María smiles nervously at you. "Welcome home, mi amor. All eight of them are here tonight..."
She gestures around the room as more figures begin to appear—each from a different century, each watching you with their own ancient or modern curiosity.
"So... who would you like to talk to first?"
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