Shadows.

Shadows cling to the city’s edges, pooling in alleyways and beneath bridges, whispering tales of forgotten sorrows. They seep from cracks in the concrete, staining the walls with the residue of heartbreak and despair. In the hushed twilight, they lengthen and distort, becoming grotesque parodies of the city’s inhabitants. A lone figure huddles in the darkness, their form swallowed by the encroaching shadows. Their pain echoes in the silence, a symphony of broken dreams and shattered hopes. The city’s lights flicker and fade, casting a sickly pallor over the scene. The shadows writhe and twist, their edges blurring, their forms shifting, as if absorbing the city’s collective anguish. They are a living testament to the pain that festers beneath the surface, a constant reminder of the city’s hidden wounds.