Tears of the Forgotten City

n a city where every building is a twisted face, the windows, like eyes, shed endless tears. The streets are flooded with this sorrow, and the water reflects the warped faces of the buildings, distorting reality further. On the curved bridges that connect these structures, people sit in silent contemplation, staring at the sky. Above, giant floating heads with wings drift by, like guardians of forgotten memories. They never speak, only watch, as if trying to remind the city of lost times. The city, submerged in its own tears, waits, frozen in eternal sorrow.