A solitary figure stands motionless at the end of a long, empty bridge at dusk. The person is small in the frame, viewed from behind at a distance, wearing a loose black coat that flutters slightly in the wind. The sky is filled with deep, stormy blues and purples, and puddles reflect faint city lights behind them. Their posture is still and hollow — not collapsed, not powerful — just... finished. No face is visible. No logos, no brands, no known characters. The bridge and city are original designs. The emotion is heavy, like the exact second someone gives up being who others wanted. See more