Shadows.

Towers of steel pierce the pale sky, cold giants casting long shadows that engulf her. Concrete veins spread like a disease, choking the earth. The air hangs heavy, a shroud of grey, whispering forgotten songs of nature. Her eyes, wide and empty, reflect the city’s desolate gleam. A single tear traces a path down her cheek, a tiny rebellion against the steel and concrete. The city sleeps, a cold, indifferent beast, unaware of the tiny heart breaking in its shadow.