English Language
English Language
a drum. Just minutes ago, he was simply walking, blending into the sea of people,
invisible, unimportant. But now, everything has changed. He is running for his
life, dodging pedestrians who blur into obstacles, their faces twisting in surprise
as
he brushes past, glancing back to see the figure gaining on him.The street
narrows, people move like obstacles in a maze, their indifferent gazes grazing over
him.
His legs burn with the effort, but he pushes harder, the urgency of the moment
screaming in his veins. The fear was a distant murmur before, but now it grips him,
sharp and cold, driving him forward into the chaotic present, where each step
could be his last.
Caught in the storm, she stumbled along the narrow path, rain pounding down like a
relentless drumbeat on her skin. Each step was a battle, her shoes sinking into the
mud as the wind howled through the trees. The sky is a deep, swirling gray, dark
clouds racing overhead as if they have somewhere more important to be. She reaches
out,
grabbing at branches that whip past her, trying to find her footing. The air
crackles with electricity, and suddenly, the world holds its breath. Lightning
slices
through the sky, and in that instant, time seems to freeze, the storm suspended in
a flash of blinding white. Then, as quickly as it came, the moment passes, and
she's running again, heart pounding, driven by the primal need to find shelter, to
escape the fury of the storm that rages around her.