Jerouch's eyes darted with an insatiable hunger, scanning every angle and soaking in the panorama that unfolded before him.
They strained, wide open, as if desperate to capture every detail, to carve the scene into his memory.
The measured cadence of his footsteps reverberated through the expanse, a rhythmic symphony against the smooth, polished marble floor. Each step, deliberate and purposeful, echoed softly in the surroundings, filling the space with a sense of controlled movement.
As he drew nearer to the wall, the sound of his footsteps intensified, resonating with a subtle power.
The calculated pattern of his approach added to the precision of his movements, amplifying the anticipation that hung in the air.
The rhythmic beats seemed to create an invisible path, leading him inexorably towards his destination.
