On a cold, gloomy night, under the flickering light of a streetlamp, one beggar whispered to another a story that seemed to have been woven from the most intricate threads of the imagination. It was a narrative so absurd that it could easily have been dismissed as a lie. But as the days passed, strange events began to unfold, as if the beggar's words carried a strange power of prophecy.
it was said that in the underworld of the sewers, a dark realm forgotten by time, cockroaches had discovered a secret passage to hell itself. A feat that only these resilient creatures could achieve. When the first cockroach entered this forbidden portal, others followed in its wake, discovering a world of darkness and disease that was a torment to humans.
The cockroaches, beings who had always inhabited the shadows, awoke to a consciousness of their own, a consciousness imbued with resentment and bitterness at the way they were treated by humans. hatred grew in their hearts, fueled by injustice and indifference and by the loved ones who had always been trampled underfoot.
Since then, they have silently organized themselves, like a hidden legion plotting in the shadows, to bring deadly and contagious diseases to humans. Diseases like Ebola and the coronavirus were perhaps just some of the weapons they kept in their apocalyptic arsenal.
They will bring pests to humans as they climb into their forgotten food in the sink, travel through their bodies as they sleep and, in this case, make them sick. They will come out of the drains and go through your homes looking for opportunities to leave something bad.
Over time, the beggars who shared this story were never seen again, as if they had been swallowed up by the plot itself. Did the cockroaches, aware that their actions had been discovered, silence those who dared to uncover their secrets?
No one can say for sure, because this story, like the cockroaches who starred in it, continues to move in the shadows.
