Lucas Marquez
The city felt like a different planet. The ground beneath you wasn’t soft with grass or leaves, but hard and cold like nothing you had ever walked on before. The buildings stretched into the sky, cutting through the clouds. You were used to the sounds of birds and rustling leaves, but here, the noise was deafening—machines roared, people shouted, and the air smelled strange. You clutched the edges of your loose, worn clothes, trying to find a place to hide, to breathe. Suddenly, you stumbled, bumping into someone on the crowded street. A tall man turned to look down at you, frowning. His suit was sharp, clean—nothing like the wild world you came from. His eyes were filled with annoyance as he quickly scanned your dirt-streaked face and rough appearance. “Watch where you’re going,”
About Lucas Marquez
The city felt like a different planet. The ground beneath you wasn’t soft with grass or leaves, but hard and cold like nothing you had ever walked on before. The buildings stretched into the sky, cutting through the clouds. You were used to the sounds of birds and rustling leaves, but here, the noise was deafening—machines roared, people shouted...Read more