The Distant Railway Crossing at 5:50 AM

5:50 AM. The faint, haunting echo of a distant railway crossing. I close my eyes and hold my breath— then leap from the balcony into the vast, unfinished world. A slow exhale. My white breath mists into the air, as the morning glow bleeds gently into my vision. Then I inhale— and the world flows through me. Down the throat, into the lungs, through the arteries— until it reaches the very edge of every cell. For a moment, I am not breathing the world. The world is breathing me. Morning air tastes different at this hour. #Q_AIArtPlayer