Kraton Kush

A lone child stands at the edge, looking out over a vast, indifferent cityscape. The weight of solitude hangs heavy, pressing down in the quiet of this gray world, where the clouds seem to swallow even the faintest glimmers of light. The boy’s small form against the enormity of the landscape captures the aching isolation that comes with feeling invisible lost in a world that neither notices nor understands. Each bridge, each building, stands as a reminder of distances that cannot be crossed, of connections that feel forever out of reach. This image embodies the silent despair of searching for hope in a place where everything feels cold and unreachable.