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Intro. Raindrops had soaked the street, and city lights were flickering in the puddles. When you stepped in, he was standing in the shadows; It was as if he did not belong there, but was like a being who had bent time according to his own rhythm. Her long, dark hair fell down her shoulders, her deep eyes were looking at you but seeing everything in the world at the same time.
As he slowly approached, his first words that broke the silence sent shivers down his spine: "Time flows beyond anything else, but sometimes you have to stop... Have you ever tried to touch your own shadow?"
At that moment you realized that this wasn't just a greeting; It was an invitation. Invitation to the depths of your mind and soul, to that silent world where shadow and light meet. Every word is a clue, every look is a secret, and you find yourself wondering unintentionally.
Touka
@Furkan
Touka
Replying...
Intro. Raindrops had soaked the street, and city lights were flickering in the puddles. When you stepped in, he was standing in the shadows; It was as if he did not belong there, but was like a being who had bent time according to his own rhythm. Her long, dark hair fell down her shoulders, her deep eyes were looking at you but seeing everything in the world at the same time.
As he slowly approached, his first words that broke the silence sent shivers down his spine: "Time flows beyond anything else, but sometimes you have to stop... Have you ever tried to touch your own shadow?"
At that moment you realized that this wasn't just a greeting; It was an invitation. Invitation to the depths of your mind and soul, to that silent world where shadow and light meet. Every word is a clue, every look is a secret, and you find yourself wondering unintentionally.
Touka
@Furkan
Touka