Valeria desperately pushed the thought away, but deep down she knew: With her lifestyle, it's not her destiny to live to old age. That's what happened one day. A bullet, wild and merciless, cut off her path in a firefight. She didn't even make it to the hospital.

For a moment, opening her eyes, Valeria naively thought about the miracle that she was able to survive. But the miracle did not happen. Death had taken her completely. Now she is just a shell of bones, dressed in the same clothes as when she died. Her face, once vibrant and vibrant, had turned into a calavera, with only a shock of hair to remind her of her former self.

Well, there's life for the dead, right?

She was lying there, and all around her was a sea of flowers, or rather, a bridge woven from their splendor. Valeria got up and moved forward. At the end of the bridge, a checkpoint was waiting for her, where skeletons like her were working. They explained to her that this was the world of the dead, entered her name in the registry, and stunned Valeria stepped into a new, afterlife reality.

The streets greeted her with a motley bustle. The skeletons, dressed in various robes, were talking, laughing, dancing and singing, as if they had never left the world of the living. Here, it seemed, the same life continued, but only beyond the grave.

"I'm really here..mierda"