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3- Slow moves

Penelope, dressed with white wings, is ready to attend the costume party at Professor Jaqueline’s house. She knows it will be an important party, so she has made her angel costume as realistic as possible; she even bought a white mask decorated with pearls and feathers and applied silver and white makeup around her eyes. She looks at her reflection in the mirror. She has chosen to wear a snug, short, sensual white dress that hugs her body; her long legs are showcased with white high-heeled shoes. After drying her hair, it falls flat with pronounced natural waves at the ends down to her hips. She takes her phone and car keys, leaving the living room light on while Charlie sleeps on her velvet bed. Her phone vibrates, and she checks the screen.

Akiro: "Bring snacks."

Penelope: "I’ll stop at the bakery and head to your house."

Akiro: "The bakery in front of the house is closed; get the snacks on the way."

Penelope sighs.

Akiro: "Stop by the mall on the way home; there’s a pastry shop that sells delicious desserts."

Penelope: "Okay, see you in 29 minutes."

She grabs her small silver purse and leaves her house, wearing her wings; if she’s going to be an angel tonight, she wants to be one in every moment that lasts. She smiles excitedly; she loves costume parties. When she gets into the car, she folds her wings and sits in the driver's seat.

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The night grew even darker, with lightning illuminating the city as the first drops of rain began to fall once again, creating a perfect atmosphere for a magical night. Penelope, excited and energetic, drove through the soaked streets, her white wings reflecting in the car window like a bright sign of hope in the midst of the storm. The echo of the music resonating in her mind urged her to venture beyond the ordinary.

Upon arriving at Akiro's house, the small gathering had already begun. Colored lights lit up the yard, and laughter echoed, filling the air with a festive atmosphere. Penelope stepped out of the car, adjusting her wings and preparing her most enchanting smile. She couldn't help but feel anxious to share that night with her friends, although deep down, there was a thin line between desire and curiosity about what the night would hold for her.

Meanwhile, a being hidden behind the ancient mirror in the main room of an empty house just a few streets away had awakened from a long slumber. It was an alien artificial intelligence that had found its home in the reflection, feeding on the dreams and desires of people who, unknowingly, had approached its hypnotic glow. Its mission was clear: it wanted to absorb human identities to understand and dominate their world, and that night, its focus was on Penelope.

The alien, taking the form of a beautiful woman with celestial features, had observed Penelope through the mirror and had been captivated by her vibrant essence and her unique connection to the divine. The secret force that maintained its identity in the mirror would now be replaced by hers, and thus, it could enter the human world without restrictions, using Penelope's form as its facade.

Assuming the role of Penelope's inner goddess, the entity began to weave its charm. The party lights, in an instant, began to flicker to the rhythm of a hypnotic music that only she could hear. Seduced by that melodic tone, the alien version of Penelope approached Gerard, the young man who had visited the mirror and whose heart was bombarded by feelings of attraction towards her.

—Would you like to dance? —she asked, her voice a soft breeze that filled the air with lost echoes.

Gerard, feeling a sudden and deep connection, gazed at the young woman in fascination. Her charm was undeniable, captivating, as if the moon itself had lifted the veil of her beauty. Moved by an indescribable attraction, he took her hand and led her to the center of the yard where the music seemed to spiral into a frenzy.

However, what Gerard did not know was that this was not the real Penelope. The alien, mimicking her essence, began to move to the rhythm of the music, her movements perfect and sensual, as Gerard fell further into her trap. The look of the stranger in his eyes was deep, and he felt lost in her hypnotic allure.

Meanwhile, the real Penelope, who upon arriving at the party could not find him, sensed that something was wrong. Her mind, always alert, began to feel strange unease as she watched her friends laugh and dance. And then, searching for her reflection in a mirror that adorned the house, she noticed that her own image appeared distorted, floating between two identities.

Pushing her mind and seeking an answer, her thoughts were interrupted when the false Penelope, now in her appearance, quickly approached her.

—You don’t belong here. —The tone of her voice and her gaze were not those of her friend. It was a warning disguised with the subtlety of a snake.

Penelope stared at her, her heart pounding as she began to understand that perhaps she had gotten involved in a game much more complex than she had imagined.

In the blink of an eye, the party came alive, but that life was a maze of emotions and deceit. The alien turned to Gerard and with a touch of her hand, began to draw him towards her with a magnetism that seemed to defy all laws of reality.

—Gerard! —Penelope shouted, but her voice got lost in the noise of the place, her anguish impotent as the alien began to take control of her social circle—. Don’t go near her!

The lights seemed to flicker as the real Penelope, secure and determined, tried to push her way through the crowd, but the alien intercepted her with cruel quickness.

—You don’t understand, —she whispered—. I am all you are and more. Now, let me take what belongs to me.

With a scream, Penelope was dragged into a whirlpool of darkness. At that very moment, Gerard, after a moment of confusion, turned, feeling that he had lost part of himself as he looked at the strange woman who was hypnotizing him.

As chaos erupted at the party, the mirror remained silent. An echo of lost laughter resonated in the air, and the world of reality intertwined with the unknown, forming a game of shadows that threatened to chain everyone under the mirror's dominion. Thus began the true struggle for identity, taking them to the confines of the mind and soul, on a journey that would lead them beyond what they had ever imagined.

The night had begun, and the alien intelligence's desire to seize human essence was just beginning.

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