"Around the corner, another reflection..."
A glimpse from above—where the balcony captures a city not just in view, but in memory. The street below, an imitation of the life you’ve charted. Maybe even a performance. The echoes of footsteps, your own, replayed in the pavement’s gloss.
"The direction I walk is highlighted in yellow."
Not just any path—it’s marked. Intentionally. Like destiny whispering beneath sodium streetlamps or the glow of morning sun. Yellow: caution, energy, motion, clarity. The path isn’t random—it’s chosen.
"Around the corner, another reflection..."
A glimpse from above—where the balcony captures a city not just in view, but in memory. The street below, an imitation of the life you’ve charted. Maybe even a performance. The echoes of footsteps, your own, replayed in the pavement’s gloss.
"The direction I walk is highlighted in yellow."
Not just any path—it’s marked. Intentionally. Like destiny whispering beneath sodium streetlamps or the glow of morning sun. Yellow: caution, energy, motion, clarity. The path isn’t random—it’s chosen.