A Million Hearts, One Quiet Beat
Before the city stirs, a quiet line has already formed in the square. They're waiting for one another.
It's 5:30 a.m. and the cobblestones in the square are still damp with dew. The line stretches from east to west like a river slowly waking up.
Someone cradles a thermos, someone holds a child's hand, someone just tugs their coat a little tighter. No one speaks, but every heart is counting down the same thing.
As dawn creeps in, the last shadow finally meets the first, and the line becomes one long shape. Pull the camera back, and the whole city turns out to be spun, gently, by this quiet rhythm.