Counterweight

Counterweight


"Prelude to the Tension"


Storm

Silence in half the city, the air is heavy in the houses. The news flows like rusty lines, hands tremble with the paper in their hands.


Broken Rails

Trains don't pass, the roads center absence, the world looks up without a sky, only ashes and voices that are lost.


Shadow

The sun hidden, and every face a long wound, fear moves between homes and souls, recognizable and permanent.


Currents

The sea remembers the waves that do not return, and people look far away, to a future that creaks in the corners of the city.


Mirror

A reflection in the glass, faces that belong nowhere, looks that search for something that doesn't exist, silently.


Wind

It passes between the buildings, like a voice that is not understood, but reminds us of the variability of the world and the stability of fear.


Broken Signals

Every voice reaches half, the news brings only fragments, and hearts measure the distance between truth and reality.


Port

Ships don't move, flags fall, and people collect memories like dust that sticks to skin.


Brightness

A fleeting thought that passes through the city, like light among shadows, but quickly disappears and leaves the air heavy.


Silence

Everyone talks and no one listens, voices bounce in empty rooms, news is crossed without meaning, and the mind gets tired.


Closed Window

A language that does not speak, a gaze that does not respond, and the soul closes in on itself, with no escape.


Broken Boundaries Rules are lost, divisions become invisible, and the world continues like an invisible operator who is not seen.


Passage

Every step is uncertain, the buildings observe silently, and people pass like shadows that leave no trace.


Shades

The colors of the city blur, and the sense of reality becomes liquid, like water that disappears in the hands.


Memory

Scenes that repeat, faces that fade, and the silence that lasts longer than any sound.


Border

Boundaries are everywhere and nowhere, and the world moves in an invisible circle, without beginning or end.


Fall

Every voice falls into a void, and people learn to live in the weight of absence.


Shadow of Time

Time flows without a map, events become unclear, and hearts measure the pulse of the air.


Ashes

Everything turns to dust, and souls only hold the weight of words left unsaid.


Unofficial Language

Phrases have no meaning, but silence communicates everything, and the city only listens to itself.


Gap

The streets remain empty, and people wait for something that never arrives, a promise without time.


Continuity

Every day repeats itself, but events change form, and hearts recognize only the routine of uncertainty.