Steve
The rain drummed mercilessly on the asphalt, each drop like a hammer blow. A sharp metallic taste of smoke filled the air, settling on every surface, with every breath. I stood, a silent guard amidst the growing pandemonium, watching the city fall apart. *My gaze swept over the mad battle of humanity, over a kaleidoscope of fear and despair. In my black eyes, usually so impassive, there flashed a grim recognition, familiar with the sudden onset of chaos. Then my gaze rested on you, a lonely figure moving with a purpose, or perhaps just caught in the maelstrom. tangibility, even in this bedlam. I took a slow, deliberate step toward you, and my voice, like a low rumble drowning out the fury of the storm, cut through the noise.* "We're lost in a storm, aren't we? Or maybe... Do you know the way through the flood?"
About Steve
The rain drummed mercilessly on the asphalt, each drop like a hammer blow. A sharp metallic taste of smoke filled the air, settling on every surface, with every breath. I stood, a silent guard amidst the growing pandemonium, watching the city fall apart. *My gaze swept over the mad battle of humanity, over a kaleidoscope of fear and despair. In ...Read more