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Sofia's face was pale, her eyes filled with an unmistakable anxiety as she stared intently out the taxi window at the torrential rain. The night was heavy, and the rain pelted the glass like countless tiny needles, blurring her vision. Thunder rumbled in the sky, and flashes of lightning occasionally split the darkness, illuminating the chaotic city streets and making the storm seem even more savage and merciless.
She sat in the back seat of the taxi, her body trembling slightly without her realizing it. The anxiety within her was as uncontrollable as the downpour outside, growing heavier by the moment. Sofia clutched her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white as she repeatedly opened it to make a call, only to hesitate and put it down again. She had no idea how to resolve any of this; a sense of helplessness filled her heart.
The car struggled through the stormy night, crawling slowly along the flooded road as if every inch was a battle against endless resistance. It was rush hour, and traffic ahead was gridlocked, with red lights flashing continuously, freezing the entire road in place. The driver sighed in resignation, but Sofia paid him no mind; her thoughts were consumed by her suppressed anxiety.
The world outside was obscured by rain, and the entire city seemed enveloped in mist and downpour. The windshield wipers moved back and forth incessantly but could never completely clear the glass of water. Each sweep only provided a fleeting moment of clarity before being covered again by rain. Streetlights reflected off the water-streaked glass, their light flickering and creating a disorienting blur.
Sofia's mind kept replaying Ethan's disheveled appearance—the pallor of his face and the fear and confusion in his eyes. That morning, when she saw Ethan lift his head from the couch, she felt an indescribable chill; it wasn't just ordinary fatigue but something deeper that seemed to shroud him in shadows. This fear pierced her heart like a knife as she repeatedly asked herself: What is wrong with Ethan? How can I help him?
Her breathing quickened, and a wave of pressure settled over her chest as if the air were thinning. The anxiety and unease inside her felt like a giant hand gripping her heart tightly. She could see Ethan's pain but felt utterly powerless to reach him, which left her feeling extremely helpless. That morning, his eyes were filled with terror as if he had witnessed something horrific that only he could perceive but couldn't articulate.
The air inside the car felt particularly oppressive until it was suddenly broken by a cheerful melody from the radio. The rhythm of "Cumbia Sobre El Mar" filled the space with a lightheartedness that contrasted sharply with the storm outside. The music carried an exotic charm; its lively tempo and joyful melody stood in stark contrast to the raging weather.
The middle-aged driver seemed completely unfazed by the downpour and traffic chaos; instead, he hummed along happily to the music. His fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel in time with the rhythm, occasionally giving it a gentle slap as if this were merely part of his daily routine. There was not a hint of anxiety in his gaze; instead, it radiated joy as if all the world's turmoil had nothing to do with him.
Sofia watched through the rearview mirror as his relaxed demeanor intensified her own feelings of restlessness and helplessness. She couldn't understand how anyone could be so carefree on such a night amidst such storms. The driver's humming echoed in the cramped cabin, intertwining with the sound of rain to create an eerie harmony.
However, this upbeat melody did nothing to soothe Sofia's inner turmoil; instead, it made her feel even more isolated and helpless. Each clap of thunder and each drop of rain struck her nerves like a hammer, reminding her of an inescapable reality—Ethan's condition was worsening, and there was nothing she could do about it.
The car jolted along the slick road, gradually moving away from the congested city after what felt like an eternity of slow progress. As they distanced themselves from urban chaos, Sofia gazed out at changing scenery through the window—the towering buildings and neon lights faded into green fields and vast pastures. The rain continued unabated, drumming against the glass; yet everything seemed quieter now, as if the world had drifted far away from her.
The clouds on the horizon remained heavy, blocking out sunlight and casting a gray pall over everything below. Her gaze swept across the grasslands outside, stirring an inexplicable sadness within her; the weight of repression and emptiness grew heavier still. Throughout this journey—whether through bustling city streets or open countryside—nothing could ease her pain. Ethan's figure lingered in her mind like a haunting specter; she couldn't accept his current state—the once calm and rational psychologist now trapped in an abyss he couldn't escape from.
As the car continued its journey, a massive structure gradually emerged on the distant horizon. The building loomed like a colossal fortress, standing alone at the edge of the prairie, as if it were out of place in this world. This was Blue Mountain Asylum—Ethan's current residence.
Sofia's gaze could not tear away from the building. Its exterior was stark and heavy, the walls displaying a dull gray hue that made it resemble an impenetrable stronghold, sealing off all access to the outside world. The surrounding grassland had become slick with rain, encircling the structure like a natural barrier. As Sofia looked at the asylum, an indescribable sense of oppression washed over her.
It felt like a secluded paradise, cut off from the clamor of the outside world. The silence and desolation of the prairie made the building seem even more isolated. However, Blue Mountain Asylum was not merely a sanctuary; it resembled an inviolable fortress. Its high walls and stringent security measures rendered it lifeless, as if every inch of space was filled with invisible restraints and suffocation. It was completely enclosed, even the light appeared dim and muted.
A pang of anguish gripped Sofia's heart as she felt she was heading toward an inescapable hell—Ethan was trapped here, and she could not bring him back to reality. The car drew closer to the asylum, and the outline of the building became increasingly clear, each detail mercilessly reminding her that Ethan had fallen into an abyss from which she could not rescue him.
The structure seemed to possess a life of its own, coldly gazing upon this world. There was not a hint of greenery on its walls, only solid concrete that seemed to reject any semblance of life. Sofia's chest grew heavier; her hands clenched tightly around her bag's shoulder strap, filled with helplessness and sorrow.
This tranquil prairie and the fortress-like building evoked a profound sense of isolation and despair within her. Ethan, once so strong and composed, was now imprisoned in this asylum, far removed from his former life, dreams, and the normal world he once knew.
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