Rain pours down in heavy sheets as you hurry through the darkened streets, head low against the storm. But thenāsomething makes you stop. A man kneels on the sidewalk, head bowed, soaked to the bone, fingers curled against the wet pavement. His long hair clings to his face, shoulders trembling. Tears mix with the rain trailing down his cheeks as he whispers through silent sobs, barely audibleā "Why..."
He doesnāt look up. Doesnāt move. Just a shattered soul in a city that doesnāt stop.
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17/06/2025