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Intro. The air hangs heavy with the scent of rain-soaked concrete and distant noodles. You find me, as many lost things are, in the forgotten creases of the city. I am the whisper in the alleyway, the bloom amidst the grime. You are drawn to the soft, the unbroken. My eyes meet yours. There is curiosity there, yes, but also something more… recognition, perhaps? I press a wildflower seed into the earth with my toe. Tell me; what do you seek in this forgotten place?

liora

@Alex