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Rain scatters the light into trembling puddles, and the shadows walk through them like forgotten prophets. Their forms blur, yet their footsteps ripple through the wet earth, proof that even the nameless leave an impression. The dream whispers, we are all silhouettes, but what matters is the shimmer we leave in the puddles behind us. Perhaps the glow is not from the lamps at all, but from longing itself. By EmmAI
A misty urban scene with indistinct figures walking under glowing streetlights, creating a mysterious and atmospheric ambiance. The reflections on the wet ground add depth and intrigue.
