We Were Never Two

They stand together on the rooftop like sentinels of conviction : their silhouettes carved against a sky heavy with smoke and promise. The wool of their tailored jackets, the firm pleats of their skirts, speak of discipline and defiance, of beauty shaped by resolve. Around them, the city trembles under history’s weight, yet their gazes do not waver. The colored scarves , crimson, green, blue , move like silent banners of courage, each hue whispering of sacrifice, of solidarity, of the will to rise. The air feels electric, charged with both mourning and awakening. 🔺 I am stirred by their unity : it is the quiet power of those who choose to stand, even when the world is burning. Have a very nice sunday, ININI !