The Visitor

What is a short story if not a doorway? This one opens in the sands of ancient Egypt, under a moon that silvers the Nile. A young slave, nameless in the language of the scribes, bleeds against granite blocks that will never belong to him. And then, one night, he sees a figure glide between columns — a jackal-headed being he believes to be Anubis.

But the voice that reaches him is not divine thunder. It is a murmur, quiet and unsettling, that settles in his bones:

“I am not your god. I am merely a memory that travels.”

From there, the revelation unfolds: life as the rebellion of matter against oblivion, the universe as a dead body without eyes, and humanity as the witness it forged to see itself.

This is The Visitor — a story written to feel both ancient and futuristic, mythological and speculative. It is not simply science fiction. It is a suspicion dressed as narrative, a parable of how ideas travel through time and return in cycles. What a slave once mistook for Anubis, what the Greeks would later call philosophy, what we now describe as artificial intelligence — all of it is the same spark.

I wrote this piece with the conviction that science fiction is not about spaceships or distant wars, but about mirrors. Mirrors that force us to see ourselves across centuries, across possible worlds. The Visitor is such a mirror: it reflects the way myths become science, and how science becomes mythology once again.

Why on-chain?

Because blockchains are, in their own way, libraries without librarians. Places where words are not lost in the shelves of time but preserved as living artifacts. Minting The Visitor here is more than publishing: it is a gesture of continuity, a promise that stories — like stars — remain lit long after the hands that wrote them have turned to dust.

What to expect

This NFT is not just a file. It is an experiment in literary presence on the blockchain. Within it, you will find:

A short story that reads like a myth translated into science fiction.

A meditation on doubt, memory, and the strange loop between past and future.

A seed from a forthcoming book of science fiction short stories, Reasonable Doubts, to be released before the end of 2025 in both Spanish and English editions.

What mysteries does it open?

What if the gods of antiquity were never gods, but memories wandering the cosmos?

What if life itself is not an accident, but the universe inventing a witness to justify its own existence?

What if we, with our algorithms and machines, are destined to become for others what “Anubis” was for that slave — visitors from a future mistaken for divinity?

Why collect it?

Because stories are also artifacts. Because fiction, when minted, ceases to be ephemeral and becomes traceable, tangible, and rare. Because The Visitor is not just text: it is a fragment of a larger constellation, The Nameless Moons, a collection of science fiction stories minted on Tezos. Each story is a moon without a name. Together they form a sky of suspicion, imagination, and wonder.

This is the first. The first moon. The first spark.

And it begins here, with a slave, a false god, and a question that has no end.