Sole -

Leo looked down at his pristine shoes. They were comfortable, sure, but they were silent. They hadn't carried him through anything meaningful yet.

That evening, Leo didn't head for the train station. Instead, he walked toward the ridge. For the first time, he wasn't worried about scuffing his shoes. He wanted to start his own story, one step at a time. Leo looked down at his pristine shoes

One Tuesday, a young traveler named Leo arrived at Elias’s porch. Leo wore sleek, neon-bright running shoes that looked like they had never touched the ground. "How do you do it?" Leo asked, pointing at the ancient boots. "Everything I buy falls apart in months. Those looks like they’ve seen the world." Leo looked down at his pristine shoes