Reflection
In a fleeting moment, the sun pierced through the thick storm clouds. The light glinted off a glassy surface in the distance, reflecting sharply into Carl’s eyes. Though momentarily blinded, Carl felt a rush of hope—where there was glass, there was likely a manmade structure. Summoning what energy he had left, he set his sights on reaching it, hoping it could provide the shelter he so desperately needed.
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