shadows running uphill
the narrow passage felt colder, the walls pale and lifeless, adorned only with the hum of air conditioners clinging to their corners. the late afternoon light slashed through the scene, casting long, deliberate shadows down the damp, uneven stairs. she ran up, focused, her steps quick and sure. her shadow, larger than life, raced ahead, mimicking her movement in a quiet duet with the walls. the puddles below reflected faint glimmers of the world above, while the textures of the city whispered stories of wear and resilience. there was no sound but her rhythm, no moment but this one—just light, shadow, and the climb.
shadows running uphill
the narrow passage felt colder, the walls pale and lifeless, adorned only with the hum of air conditioners clinging to their corners. the late afternoon light slashed through the scene, casting long, deliberate shadows down the damp, uneven stairs. she ran up, focused, her steps quick and sure. her shadow, larger than life, raced ahead, mimicking her movement in a quiet duet with the walls. the puddles below reflected faint glimmers of the world above, while the textures of the city whispered stories of wear and resilience. there was no sound but her rhythm, no moment but this one—just light, shadow, and the climb.