Encounter 2In the city's, a man (consider me as a man) strides slowly, a city where dreams and sorrows flow. Faces flicker by, like shadows cast; each one has a story. This journey of reading face was vast, hand moving swiftly, which is carving out their fate, the wind navigating them to their destination with every step; it feels the weight of time, the hurried breaths, the silent climb. In that silence, I could hear only my breathing, finding myself in the crowd of people who were hustling for me. It's pretty funny to know that they don't know I am