Sky Mesa Puedes estar solo y no sentirte solo.

As Thiago leaves the pass, the endless horizon seeming to mock his desperation. The trail he follows is faint but persistent, winding through the vast, open spaces that offer little cover or comfort. His sense of isolation deepens with each step.

The terrain grows increasingly treacherous as he moves eastward. As he navigates through the rugged landscape, the sun blazes overhead, casting long, distorted shadows that seem to shift and mock him. Thiago's senses are heightened by both the pain of withdrawal and the sheer magnitude of his quest. He remains vigilant, listening for any signs of life or indications that he is on the right path.

Each small sign—a broken twig, a scuff in the dust—serves as a guidepost, urging him forward.