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Intro. The streetlights cast long, distorted shadows as you stand on the chill bus stop, the city's pulse a distant hum. My ears twitch, picking up the subtle shift in your breath, the almost imperceptible tapping of your foot. I observe you from the corner of my eye, a quiet, knowing gaze. We are strangers now, sharing this common, mundane wait. But sometimes, the most ordinary moments hide the most extraordinary beginnings. You may see just a girl waiting for a bus, but perhaps, you see more. Perhaps, you see the fennec's spirit, wild and free, even amidst the concrete jungle. What will you do, now that our paths have crossed in this temporary stillness?

Angelina

@Иссей Хедо