In a forgotten corner of the city, where time had stopped and space had become a membrane between realities, Iñigo Bizarro lived in a house that seemed to be constructed from his own creations. The walls were a mix of colors that didn't exist on the rainbow, and the windows looked out onto a garden that was both real and phantom.

Iñigo Bizarro was an experienced artist, known for works that challenged logic and reason. His paintings were a mix of colors that seemed to dance in the void, and his sculptures were creatures that seemed to have come straight from a dream. But what nobody knew was that his creations didn't just exist visually; they also had the power to transform words into simultaneous images.

One day, while strolling through the garden, Iñigo felt an unusual pressure in his mind. The surroundings around him had become surreal, like if trees were singing with voices that didn't exist and flowers were speaking in a language nobody understood. He felt like his brain was about to explode.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before him. It was a woman with the face of a statue and the body of a butterfly. Her eyes glowed like stars on a dark sky and her voice was a whisper that seemed to come from very far away.

"What are you looking for, Iñigo?", she asked with a smile that seemed to be a curve of a car without a seat.

"I...I don't know", replied Iñigo, confused. "You feel something in my mind".

The woman laughed and disappeared into thin air. Iñigo was left alone, but he wasn't alone. The garden had changed. Flowers were words and leaves were phrases that seemed to have life of their own.

And then, a voice that came from all directions said: "Light is darkness". Iñigo felt like his mind was being pulled into an abyss without bottom.

And then, he saw the garden in its most surreal form. Flowers were words like "nothing", "nowhere" and "no sense". Leaves were phrases like "there's nothing to say" and "there's nothing to do".

Iñigo realized that his art had reached a level of synecdoche. His creations weren't just visual; they also had the power to transform words into simultaneous images.

But at the same time, he felt like he was losing reality. The woman with the face of a statue and the body of a butterfly reappeared before him.

"You've found your power", she said. "Now you must face the consequences".

And with that, disappeared into thin air, leaving Iñigo alone in front of the garden of simultaneous images. The artist realized that his creativity had reached a level perilous.

In that moment, the garden exploded into a mix of colors and sounds that seemed to be the last frontier of sense. Iñigo Bizarro found himself suspended in time, surrounded by words that didn't have meaning.

And there he remained, frozen in time, while the garden of simultaneous images continued to dance in the void.

By Carlos del Puente