FRECUENCIA ZERO

My next project promises to plunge you into an abyss of shadows, a profoundly dark story where every step will be wrapped in unfathomable enigmas. The characters will face horrors that will challenge both their sanity and their humanity, while terror unfolds slowly, seizing every corner of the narrative. Get ready for an unsettling experience, where the unexpected becomes the only refuge in a world marked by fear.

An intriguing plot and twists that will make you question everything

What if everything we think we know were false?

Dear reader:

I propose a game that begins in silence, with dust suspended in the air of a room where it is always late. Picture yourself before a wooden table marked by the years. On it, an enormous puzzle: our own history. Fragments of time, names, dates, testimonies we swear are true because they fit. The edges, perfect. The center, full. The image, reassuring. Everything seems in its place. Everything fits.

Now lean in and listen. Beneath the wood there is a murmur. It is neither thunder nor music: it is the faint vibration of doubt. What if the pieces are genuine, but the lid of the box shows a different image? What if the history we have assembled with a watchmaker's patience is not history at all, but a poorly built picture we have accepted out of habit?

This novel is born of that question. It does not come to burn libraries or change dogmas. It is an exercise in entertainment.

We will invent a story that, with a little imagination, could fit reality.

You decide the distance. You can watch from the doorway, safe from the dust, or pull up a chair, get your hands dirty and turn the pages. It will be like crossing a corridor without knowing where it leads.

If you accept the game, close your eyes for a moment. Take a deep breath. Silence the hum of everything learned without question. Let the lamp draw a circle of light on the table.

Then let us return to the puzzle. Take the first piece. Do not be afraid. You are not alone.

Get ready. The Irruption has begun.

The darkness was infinite and the silence seemed to devour it. Light was only an aged memory in this place. An unwanted guest that had long since ceased to dwell here, banished forever into oblivion. «What happened? Where am I?», the journalist wondered, still dazed.

His only company: an anxiety that seized his reason and slowly consumed him toward the abyss. Depressive feelings sprouted, fleeting and explosive. Yet above all emotions, one gnawed at him beyond measure: guilt.

Excerpt from the new manuscript

(In the final stage of revision)

An intriguing plot and twists that will make you question everything