Playground
A steady drizzle falls over an abandoned playground, the overcast sky casting a muted, melancholy haze over the basketball court and moveable soccer goal. Puddles form in the cracked pavement, reflecting the skeletal remains of forgotten childhood laughter. Against this quiet desolation, a lone figure in red dashes across the scene—a fleeting blur of motion and color against the gray. Their presence is both jarring and poetic, a ghost of playfulness or a haunting reminder of what once was. The rain continues to fall, soft and relentless, as if time itself has paused to watch.
A steady drizzle falls over an abandoned playground, the overcast sky casting a muted, melancholy haze over the basketball court and moveable soccer goal. Puddles form in the cracked pavement, reflecting the skeletal remains of forgotten childhood laughter. Against this quiet desolation, a lone figure in red dashes across the scene—a fleeting blur of motion and color against the gray. Their presence is both jarring and poetic, a ghost of playfulness or a haunting reminder of what once was. The rain continues to fall, soft and relentless, as if time itself has paused to watch.
A steady drizzle falls over an abandoned playground, the overcast sky casting a muted, melancholy haze over the basketball court and moveable soccer goal. Puddles form in the cracked pavement, reflecting the skeletal remains of forgotten childhood laughter. Against this quiet desolation, a lone figure in red dashes across the scene—a fleeting blur of motion and color against the gray. Their presence is both jarring and poetic, a ghost of playfulness or a haunting reminder of what once was. The rain continues to fall, soft and relentless, as if time itself has paused to watch.
