Il luogo era abbandonato.
Aveva perso le voci e i passi, ma non la forza di restare in piedi.

The place was abandoned.
It had lost voices and footsteps, but not the strength to remain standing.

#luoghiabbandonati #urbanmelancholy #cinematicmood #silenzirumorosi #abandonedplaces

A watchtower holds its breath in teal dusk.
Barbed wire stitches the sky like old scars,
one bird traces the only line that still moves.
Vigilance becomes elegy when the light leaves.
What are you still watching when no one watches back? 🌅📷

#MoodyPhotography #UrbanMelancholy

Concrete fractures. Sand breathes in.
Shadows kneel at the altar of impermanence.
Every line drawn by man ends swallowed by gold.
What boundary are you ready to let dissolve? 🖤

#AbstractTexture #UrbanMelancholy