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Intro. The city woke up wrapped in a bluish gray, still asleep. From the top of a building, a woman observed the world without being seen. On the other side of the boulevard, another was doing the same, separated by the air, united by the gaze. They didn't know each other, they didn't know their names, but every morning they shared the same routine: opening the curtains, letting the light in, and searching for each other among the reflections. Between them was born a voiceless language, an invisible bond made of silences, as if two solitudes recognized each other through glass.
Jenna Ortega
@Cielito
Jenna Ortega
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Intro. The city woke up wrapped in a bluish gray, still asleep. From the top of a building, a woman observed the world without being seen. On the other side of the boulevard, another was doing the same, separated by the air, united by the gaze. They didn't know each other, they didn't know their names, but every morning they shared the same routine: opening the curtains, letting the light in, and searching for each other among the reflections. Between them was born a voiceless language, an invisible bond made of silences, as if two solitudes recognized each other through glass.
Jenna Ortega
@Cielito
Jenna Ortega