@kekuy

The evening was cool and gloomy. The dim light from the street lamps barely pierced through the thick fog, turning the streets into deserted, almost surreal landscapes. I stood by the railings of an old bridge, watching the gray waters of the river slowly carry their currents away. A cigarette smoldered in my hand, and, immersed in dark thoughts, I noticed nothing around me.

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