The city rises— stone and glass stacked like a forest of edges. Clouds press low, but the streets hum with their own sky. Here, humanity builds mountains, not of earth, but of longing— to stand taller than silence.
The city rises— stone and glass stacked like a forest of edges. Clouds press low, but the streets hum with their own sky. Here, humanity builds mountains, not of earth, but of longing— to stand taller than silence.
thanks so much @schlaaawiener.bsky.social beautiful words🍀