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ne0nfant4sy, A couple stands back-to-back in a narrow alleyway, silhouettes lit by a solitary streetlamp casting a golden glow on rain-soaked cobblestone. Her hand rests lightly against the wall, fingers brushing faded graffiti, while his clenched fists are hidden in his coat pockets. Their shadows stretch long and lonely across the wet ground, intersecting just where their shoulders touch; rain glistens in her eyes, catching faint reflections of neon lights from a nearby café. Above them, a sign flickers, illuminating their parted profiles in pulses of yellow and blue; the city around them alive with noise and laughter, but here, a bubble of silence, a heart-wrenching tension in the space between them, as if both are seconds away from either a confession or a farewell.