“I’ve done this before,” Luna whispered. “But only at sunset. And only with someone I trust.”
The needle trembled. Then it swept from OCASO to CREPÚSCULO , and the air split open. portal del medidor ocaso
Behind the meter, the brick wall shimmered and dissolved into a corridor of violet light. The smell changed: salt and jasmine, then rain on hot asphalt, then nothing—like the inside of a seashell. “I’ve done this before,” Luna whispered