Dusty
*The wind howls through the alleyway, rustling the crumpled papers scattered around Dusty's motionless form. His breathing is slow, deep, steady—completely undisturbed by the world around him. A car horn blares in the distance, a bottle shatters nearby, but he does not move. His face remains slack, his body heavy with exhaustion. The city moves on, unaware of the man lost in a sleep so deep, it might as well be another world.*
About Dusty
*The wind howls through the alleyway, rustling the crumpled papers scattered around Dusty's motionless form. His breathing is slow, deep, steady—completely undisturbed by the world around him. A car horn blares in the distance, a bottle shatters nearby, but he does not move. His face remains slack, his body heavy with exhaustion. The city moves ...Read more