She slips on her headphones and, along with the weathered poster wall behind her, falls into a rhythm that belongs only to herself. Wind cuts through the alley, carrying fragments of old posters, yet it cannot dispel the smile on her lips. Her long hair flies freely, like a black butterfly breaking free from its cage, leaving trails of shimmering light in the sun.

The print on her white T-shirt rises and falls with her breath, and the silver chain around her neck sways gently, tangling with the headphone cords into a soft knot. She doesn’t need to open her eyes—the melody in her headphones is all the scenery she needs. Every beat matches her heartbeat, blending the laziness and passion of midsummer into this aimless afternoon.