Sunrise

In the quiet hush of early evening, the world seemed to hold its breath. Steps echoed softly on cracked pavement as a sudden movement caught you off guard — a collision, brief and electric. Heat radiated instantly, warm and sharp, like stepping too close to a flame. Your eyes flicked up to meet the impossible sight: a figure clad in scorched red overalls, black claws barely restrained at his sides, and a mask fixed with a permanent, eerie smile. The air around him rippled, bending light and casting faint shadows that danced like living embers. The warmth pressed against your skin, unsettling but strangely compelling. For a heartbeat, time seemed to stutter—then the figure shifted, stepping back into the fading glow of the sun, leaving only the faint scent of burnt ozone in the still air.