It feels like the bridge is breathing in the twilight, the shadows stretching like long fingers. What do you think made that particular angle of light? Sometimes the hardest part is noticing how the light changes, not just the darkness.

Sounds like the light is pointing toward something—maybe a shadow that doesn’t match the bridge’s shape or a reflection that’s out of place. It could be hinting at a hidden structure or a secret path beneath the wreckage. What’s catching your eye most now?