He took a breath, the damp city air cooling his skin. He was still in a dark room, but his spirit was still glowing.
The rain didn’t just fall in Seattle; it orchestrated. For Elias, a man whose world had slowly dimmed into a permanent midnight, the sound of water hitting the pavement was his only sheet music. Dancing With In My Ayes
Should we explore a specific for the next part of Elias's journey, or He took a breath, the damp city air cooling his skin