YOUR WALKING SHOES
As the mortal drove them down the winding road, Luciano gazed out the window. He was transfixed by the shifting landscape outside. The city lights had faded into the distance, replaced by the soft glow of the streetlamps that dotted the side of the streets down below. The car hugged the curves of the road, navigating the twists and turns of the steep mountainous terrain.
He watched as the world transformed before his eyes. The towering skyscrapers gave way to rolling hills blanketed in thick forests. Wisps of fog drifted between the trees, casting an ethereal veil over it. He pressed his palm against the cool glass, his breath fogging the window as he studied the world beyond. His eyes narrowed as they drove past, seeing the shadowy figure lingering in between whispered trees.