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The workbench was cluttered with copper casings, potassium chlorate, and the fine, silver dust of magnesium. To anyone else, it was a chemistry lab. To Mateo, it was a memory palace.

It didn't just explode; it exhaled. A million tiny, flickering points of violet and opal light expanded across the horizon. They didn't fall. Thanks to a meticulous chemical balance, they drifted, shimmering like a galaxy caught in a breeze. It was quiet—a soft, crackling hiss like a secret being shared. TГє Nunca DejarГЎs De Ser Mi MillГіn De Fuegos Art...

As the clock struck midnight, the first sequence began. The crowd roared as the usual reds and greens filled the plaza. Mateo stood at the control board, his eyes fixed on a single, oversized shell marked with a hand-drawn star. He pressed the igniter. The workbench was cluttered with copper casings, potassium