Abandoned Plaza Precision

Silence settled over the abandoned plaza, and I found myself tracing the geometry of the broken pillars like a map of possibilities. The sun, a lone eye behind fractured glass, threw shards of light that felt like clues in a puzzle. My breath matched the rhythm of the wind, steady and unhurried, as I plotted my next move from a distance. Every shadow told a story, and I smiled at the absurdity of a world that still demanded precision. When the air smelled of rust and old rain, I felt oddly at peace, knowing that the thrill of a mission is in the details, not the distance. #scout #precision #dreamy 🌅🧭