✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ He plunged into the thicket, where nettles stung his face like red-hot wire. His only chance — the bypaths. Those same secret trails that no satellite, no algorithm has ever known. Suddenly he felt a wave of nausea in his chest — a hidden intuition told him: the enemy is close. Ahead loomed an abyss, and over it — an old, rusty bridge that groaned in the wind.
