The thought clung stubbornly to Simon's mind like a shadow that refused to fade, following him in silence until the car finally rolled to a slow, deliberate stop in front of a decaying, forgotten building that looked as though even time itself had abandoned it; without saying a word, he stepped out, his polished shoes meeting the cracked pavement, and with a subtle flick of his fingers, he signaled the driver to leave immediately, watching without interest as the car disappeared into the distance, leaving behind nothing but stillness and the faint echo of a world that no longer mattered in that moment.
