The Mourning Lady of the Rickshaw: A Journey to Eternity

Merida, the white city, keeps among its cobblestone streets and its ancestral legends, a mystery that runs through the night in the tinkling of the horseshoes of a horse-drawn carriage. The story of the ghost passenger, a soul in sorrow seeking solace on a journey of no return, is whispered with fear among the coachmen, and becomes a shiver for those who dare to listen. It is said that in the bus terminal, behind the imposing shadow of the Municipal Palace, a young woman of melancholy appearance, dressed in dark clothes and carrying a box and a bouquet of wilted flowers, waits patiently for the arrival of a buggy. Her voice, soft and sad, requests a ride to Colonia Rosario. The journey, enveloped in a dense silence and an oppressive atmosphere, passes without incident. The young woman, her eyes lost in the darkness, barely utters a word. Arriving at her destination, she pays with a 200 peso bill, an unusually large sum for such a short trip. With an almost imperceptible whisper, he asks the driver to keep the change, promising to return the next day for another trip.