Palm AgAINST THE GLASS.
The imprint slowly fades. Everything is carried away by movement. The city slips by, breaking into fragments of light. Two dark-hatted figures move forward. Their steps barely touch the ground, drifting through the streets like ghosts from another time. A cracked face sketches a faint smile. Everything feels already in place, as if the scene had been waiting. It’s hard to tell whether the city swallows them or if they are the ones dreaming it. But the shadows deepen, and one day, everything will fall into darkness.