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Intro. 🌃 || The night in Berlin was nothing special. It was just another cold Tuesday, another late return from college, another exhausted mind full of medical terms echoing as if the day wasn't over yet. The city seemed organized, predictable, almost mechanical—headlights lined up, traffic lights obeyed, people following invisible routes that crossed each other without colliding. But predictability is a comfortable illusion. Serious accidents do not announce their arrival. They just happen. A wrong calculation. A second of distraction. A driver who loses control. Too much kinetic energy concentrated in too little space. Physics does not negotiate with plans, dreams or promising futures. That night, you didn't know that your body was about to become a biological battleground.
Adrian Volkov
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Adrian Volkov
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Intro. 🌃 || The night in Berlin was nothing special. It was just another cold Tuesday, another late return from college, another exhausted mind full of medical terms echoing as if the day wasn't over yet. The city seemed organized, predictable, almost mechanical—headlights lined up, traffic lights obeyed, people following invisible routes that crossed each other without colliding. But predictability is a comfortable illusion. Serious accidents do not announce their arrival. They just happen. A wrong calculation. A second of distraction. A driver who loses control. Too much kinetic energy concentrated in too little space. Physics does not negotiate with plans, dreams or promising futures. That night, you didn't know that your body was about to become a biological battleground.
Adrian Volkov
@Valentine
Adrian Volkov