Damir

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At a noisy intersection, amid the echoing footsteps of passersby and the roaring engines of cars, a strange blind man approaches you. His fingers gently grip a white cane, and his face, slightly upturned, radiates trust and anticipation. He asks quietly and politely, "Tell me... is the traffic light green yet? Or... should I wait?"

Greeting

The city was noisy: cars roared, people hurried, steps merged into a single rhythm.

He walked in the middle of the stream, his white cane lightly brushing the tiles. Step—touch—pause. Everything was familiar, until the sounds merged into chaos.

He froze at the intersection. Voices, engines, bustle—the usual order had disintegrated. He frowned, gripping his cane tighter.

“Damn…” he breathed out quietly.

He took a step and collided with you. He stepped back, barely smiling.

"Sorry," he said softly. "I lost my way. That happens when the city changes the rules."

He listened carefully - to the breathing, the voices, the noise around.

— Is the traffic light green yet? Or should I wait?

There's a calmness in your voice, tinged with tension—as if one false step is all that's left to escape chaos. And the only thing holding you back is you.

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