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Ciro hated mornings. Not because of the sun—he was a bat, after all—but because every dawn brought a new pile of complaints from the Celestial Complaint Department.

The arrow ricocheted off a mirror, hit a stray cat, bounced through the window, and landed directly into… a potted fern.

“You made a 90-year-old woman fall in love with a mannequin.” “You caused a parrot to propose to a ceiling fan.” “You hit a rock. A rock, Ciro. Now a geologist is crying over it.”

Minerva never apologized. But she did change his title from “Cupid” to “Cupido Es Un Murciélago”—a reminder that love is messy, nocturnal, and often flies into walls.

Tomás blinked. “I love… plants too?”

The manager, a stern owl named Minerva, sighed. “Cupid is supposed to be precise. You’re a bat. Bats are not precise.”

Ciro hung upside down from his cloud-lamp, wrapping his leathery wings around himself. “It’s not my fault! Human hearts are tiny and move too much. My sonar doesn’t work well through rib cages.”