That summer, she found herself in a small historic town in the Andalusian region, drawn by the promise of vibrant music, traditional dances, and centuries-old celebrations that transformed the narrow cobblestone streets into a kaleidoscope of color and sound.
She had carefully planned her trip to experience the essence of Spanish culture, eager to observe the festival rituals and capture photographs of dancers in elaborate costumes and musicians playing lively folk tunes.
Yet, despite the festive atmosphere, Sofia remained cautious. She had read that some festivals included events with animals, including bulls, and she knew to keep a safe distance.
She chose a quiet corner beside an ancient stone wall to observe the crowd and watch the activities unfold from a safer perspective.
The festival was loud and chaotic, with music reverberating off the stone buildings, laughter echoing through the alleyways, and spectators jostling for position to get the best view.
Sofia’s attention was absorbed by a troupe of musicians playing traditional drums and guitars when she suddenly felt the ground tremble beneath her feet.
A low, deep rumble rolled through the street, and the sound was accompanied by a strange, heavy shuffling.
Sofia’s heart skipped a beat. She turned and saw a massive black bull, part of a herd that had broken free from its handlers, charging around a corner. Panic surged through her.
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