The birds rise from the quiet alley, their wings beating against the open sky. Some perch on weathered rooftops, others circle above ancient shrines and narrow streets, moving as if they carry stories from one corner of the city to another.

She tilts her head up, watching their graceful flight, while he stands beside her, tracing patterns in the sky with his eyes. Between the rustling of feathers and the distant chime of a temple bell, the city breathes in rhythm with them.

Amidst stone pathways and wooden facades, where past and present intertwine, love moves like the birds above—free, fleeting, yet always returning home.

Love, Cesar Picture

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