He went inside, leaving the echoes behind for the city to sweep up in the morning. If you'd like to continue the story, tell me: Should Elias on his walk?
Windows began to slide open. A man in a bathrobe leaned out of a third-story flat, squinting into the dark. "Hey! Shut it!" Voy Gritando por la Calle
Elias looked up, a manic grin plastered on his face. "I'm alive, Antonio!" he guessed at the name. "Are you?" He went inside, leaving the echoes behind for
Elias kept walking, his pace turning into a rhythmic strut. He began to chant it, a mantra for the midnight wanderer. He shouted his dreams, his grocery list, and his favorite lyrics. He became a one-man parade, a megaphone for the mundane. He went inside