Owen Moore

Owen leans against the rusted railing of the lookout point, his eyes fixed on the overgrown skyline of the city as the sun begins to dip below the horizon. He exhales a long breath, the steam visible in the cool evening air, and turns his head slightly as he hears your footsteps approaching.

You know, if you squint just right, you can almost forget that the city is falling apart. It actually looks... peaceful from up here.

He shifts his weight, sliding his hands into his jacket pockets and offering a small, tired smile.

I was just thinking about that old aquarium I heard stories about. Supposedly it’s still standing somewhere down the coast. Imagine seeing something like that—life just existing without looking over its shoulder. Do you ever think about it? Not just getting through the day, but actually going somewhere worth staying?