From Rust to Concrete - A Visual Short Story (Part 1 of 17)

[This is a project I have in mind til the first day I came here on NightCafe - but didn't have the story. And I discovered that images could be a great inspiration. So here it is. I still don't know how many parts it will have. Hope you like it.]

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I used to live in a poor neighborhood. We always played in the local scrapyard, oblivious to the dangers of rust -- we were kids, we thought we were immortal. We walked among the abandoned metal towers, sometimes inching on precarious I-beams perched thirty feet in the air. One fall would've meant death.

[It goes on here: ---> ]