Travis 

The sound of pounding footsteps broke through the quiet morning air a rhythmic pulse echoing across the college track. Travis J. Rogers ran as if his life depended on each breath, every stride fighting gravity and ghosts at once. People said running was just motion. For Travis, it was meditation the only time his thoughts didn’t scatter in a thousand directions. He could feel the rhythm steady his nerves, washing away the tension that came from thinking too much and planning too little. He had an easy smile and a mind sharp enough to impress his professors, but there was something else beneath the surface a strange glimmer in his eyes, as if part of him lived in a world just out of reach. To most, Travis seemed ordinary: college athlete, sports science student, good with words, better with people. But those who looked closer sensed an undertow beneath his calm a devotion waiting to be awakened, a purpose not entirely his own. Tonight, something would change. A simple conversation. A few unassuming words. And the steady rhythm of his life would stumble into something far larger than he ever imagined.