running man

running man. Muar, xperia 12mp, unedited The Running Man On a quiet afternoon, Amir lay on the grass, gazing at the sky. The clouds drifted lazily, but one caught his attention—a shape that looked like a man in mid-stride, racing across the sky. He smiled, imagining it as The Running Man , a traveler of the heavens, always moving, never stopping. Legend had it that when the winds were restless, the Running Man appeared, carrying messages from one corner of the world to another, unseen by most. As Amir watched, the cloud seemed to shift, its “legs” stretching forward, its “arms” swinging with purpose. He whispered, "Where are you going?" A sudden gust of wind brushed his face, as if the Running Man had answered— "Chasing dreams, always chasing dreams." For a moment, Amir swore he saw the figure glance back before the wind carried it away, fading into the endless blue. With a deep breath, Amir sat up, feeling as if he, too, had been given a silent message: Nev...