As Anna moved through her house, the shrinking man followed her, his gaze locked on her feet. Each step seemed monumental from his perspective, her heels lifting and pressing down with a soft but steady thud. He kept his distance, marveling at the sheer scale of her movements. Anna, unaware of his presence, crossed the living room and paused briefly, her foot tapping lightly against the floor, an almost imperceptible rhythm that echoed powerfully to him. At his size, each slight shift, each casual step she took, was both mesmerizing and a bit intimidating. Her pace was steady, drawing him forward as he struggled to keep up.
