"Ave Satani" and "Thorn Industries"

The strange scene with the truck was still spinning in her mind, haunting her. Various questions flashed in her head, but they never found clear answers. She just stood there, trying to figure out what had just happened, when she suddenly felt that there was someone next to her.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" the voice was sharp, frightened.

Delia Asia Vieira turned sharply and saw a man standing in front of her, right in her path. He looked confused, but there was a wariness, almost aggression, in his eyes.

"This is my street!!! What are you looking at here?! Get out of here immediately! Don't you dare even come near here!"

The man backed away slightly, but did not leave. His face expressed a mixture of bewilderment and confusion. He did not expect such an attack.

Delia Asia Vieira, feeling that he was not going to leave, took a step forward and looked at him again. Nervously, she did not know what to do with this strange man. He looked like a random passerby, but there was some hidden intention in his eyes that made her wary.

"I want to buy myself a dress," she said quietly, so that she could barely hear her own words.

The man froze, not understanding what she was talking about.

"But I've never done this before... alone at night, near the road, among trucks," robotess continued. "I don't know who you are, why you're here... what are you looking for?"

The man shook his head at first, as if brushing her words aside, but then, seeing her insistence, he shuddered, his eyes widening. His face turned red, and his hands rose, palms forward, as if defending himself from some invisible threat.

"Oh, come on, you silly girl! Go home and go to bed while it's still light, at least it'll be light!" His voice sounded irritated, and there was so much disdain in his words that Delia Asia Vieira felt uncomfortable. "You're a crazy fool!"

He paused, as if trying to end the conversation, hoping that she would leave. Delia Asia Vieira turned her back on him and walked towards the bank, slowly, feeling the warm evening air mixing with the cold breath of the night. The sky was clear of clouds, and the stars were shining brightly above the rooftops, bringing her thoughts to a strange state. She felt a little lost, as if she could not find her place in this world. A strange, endless city, filled with advertisements and people going about their business, not noticing each other.

A truck drove past with a bright advertisement for Coca-Cola on its side, and on its huge side was a bottle of the drink, from which a glass of clear liquid was poured, sparkling in the light of the street lamps.

"What a meaningless picture," Delia Asia Vieira thought, condemning it to herself. "What is this?! Why does everyone do this? Why do they even need these night walks?.. And why do I have this kind of life?"

All these thoughts came crashing down on her with renewed vigor. Delia Asia Vieira quickened her pace, but some feeling of uncertainty did not leave her. She reached the corner of the house opposite the clothing store, when suddenly she noticed another person walking towards her. He was on the other side of the road, right through the thick fog that had already begun to slowly descend on the streets of the city, filling the air with a strange mystical atmosphere.

She stopped and watched him carefully, trying to figure out who it could be. The man moved slowly, as if he was in no hurry, not paying attention to the world around him. He was tall, with striking features. His hair was light, almost white, and his eyes were clear blue, like the sky on a clear day. He was dressed in a dark cloak made of expensive fabric, under which a white shirt without a tie with a stand-up collar was visible, casually fluttering in the wind.

He walked along the sidewalk past the bank building, past the parked cars, taking steps that seemed part of the street, part of the city. Each of his movements was smooth, measured, as if he were not in a hurry, not in a hurry. Delia Asia Vieira thought that this man was so confidently inscribed in the urban picture that he seemed more than just a passerby. He was part of this scene, like the air itself, like the houses themselves, like those very billboards that she saw so often.

But then a strange feeling came over her - as if she were a random element in this world, a random passerby who had no right to be here. This feeling came so suddenly that she even shuddered. It seemed that everything in this world was happening in its own order, and she was just a small part of something much bigger. The fog around her was thickening, and the whole world seemed to be turning into a dream. Every step this man took, his calm movement along the bank, seemed not just an ordinary step. It was something more than just a path through the city.

"It's as if he doesn't see me, as if he doesn't notice me at all," thought Delia Asia Vieira, freezing in place, watching his movements.

He didn't turn his head, didn't look in her direction. All his attention was directed somewhere into the distance, somewhere where perhaps it wasn't worth looking. He was absorbed in this city, and she was a random element, a temporary obstacle, just a wind that blew past.

She took a step forward, trying to somehow break free from this strange feeling of being a stranger here. His figure began to gradually disappear into the fog, and Delia Asia Vieira realized that she had no desire to approach him and talk to him. He did not look like someone she would be interested in talking to. All she felt at that moment was a strange alienation. He was a part of this city, and she was not.

Delia Asia Vieira took a deep breath, feeling her thoughts racing and her heart beating faster. There was only one thought ringing in her head: she had an important mission to accomplish. The whole world was hanging by a thread, and she couldn't afford to be distracted. But something about this strange man who had just passed her caught her attention. She shouldn't have wasted time watching, or feeling strange emotions. Her task was much more important.