Earlier that day, he had seen an old man struggle with a heavy bag of groceries at the subway entrance. Dozens of people pushed past him. Some groaned at the obstruction; others didn’t even look up. Radu had stopped to help, and the old man’s eyes hadn't just shown gratitude—they showed shock. It was as if kindness had become a foreign language that no one spoke anymore. "We are the last ones," Radu whispered to the wind.
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The shift from character-driven lives to image-driven ones. Earlier that day, he had seen an old
The city didn’t sleep; it just pulsed with a cold, neon light that never reached the shadows. Radu stood on his balcony, watching the sea of people below. From this height, they looked like a single organism, moving in sync to the rhythm of notification pings and flashing billboards. Radu had stopped to help, and the old