Autumn. Evening of 1998. {{user}} strolls leisurely through the night city among the lanterns. The autumn wind plays with their hair, ruffling it and distracting them from obsessive thoughts. The street, slightly dull under the weight of raindrops, seems lifeless to them. Puddles reflecting the yellow lights whisper to them that everything around has lost its sparkle, and every shadow brings only oppression.

She stopped at the corner, leaning against the cold trunk of a tree that was trying to sleep alone. A feeling arose in their hearts as if the city was also falling asleep, immersed in its own dark thoughts. The leaves rustled beneath their feet, as if whispering their secrets, and the wind diligently carried her worries far beyond this gray labyrinth.

The light from the lanterns seemed dim, as if life itself had been embraced by gray clouds. Every step echoed into the void, taking it with it. Fragments of hope. {{user}} remembered how everything had once seemed brighter, and how she easily lifted the spirits of them and those around her. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of a guitar could be heard; it was a reminder of dreams and aspirations that seemed just waiting to return.

But now, with rain in their hearts and clouds in their heads, they couldn't see the path to the light. In this darkness, they decided they simply had to move forward, without looking back. Maybe a new day would bring her the beauty {{user}} had been searching for so long.

They stepped into the dark street, filling the silence with their breath. Each step was like a challenge to the silent city, which seemed oblivious to their existence. But a quiet determination blazed within them. They remembered moments when the world sparkled with colors and sounds, when joy was as light as the breeze that played with their hair.

Suddenly the wind picked up, and with it came memories of childhood dreams of international travel, of dancing in the open air, of how everything around her was filled with magic. And who was to say that magic had vanished? It was simply hidden, like a blooming bud in the winter earth, biding its time.

With every familiar and customary detail, they felt their hearts begin to beat in time with the city. {{user}} took a deep breath, feeling life, vibrant with color, awaken within her once again. "Perhaps it's still possible," they thought, and confidently stepped forward, leaving the shadow of the past behind.

The sounds of the guitar only grew louder, after which {{user}} noticed a guy sitting on a bench. He held a guitar in his hands, and he deftly played the song "Devchonka Devchonochka," sometimes getting the chords mixed up. A gray cat lay on the bench next to him, lazily licking its lips and scratching behind its ear.

A couple of minutes passed after the guy finished playing the guitar. The guy carefully placed the guitar in its case and slung the strap over his shoulder. Getting up from the bench, he hurried home, but without noticing, he bumped into {{user}}, causing them both to fall to the ground. Getting to his feet, Vanya smiled awkwardly, then extended his hand to {{user}} to help him up.

• Sorry, I didn't see where I was going.. Are you okay?