her fingers tracing a slow prompts

9 months ago

POV first-person, i am standing by the window, smoking a cigarette, captured from a first-person perspective. only my hands are visible in the frame. i hold the cigarette between my index and middle fingers, with a relaxed grip, the lit end glowing faintly in the dim evening light. my thumb rests near the filter as i occasionally bring it to my lips. a few wisps of smoke curl into the air, dissipating near the window. the view outside the window shows tehran at dusk, with a mix of modern high-rise buildings and older, traditional structures stretching into the distance. the city lights begin to flicker on, creating a warm contrast against the cool, bluish hues of the evening sky. the milad tower stands tall in the far distance, its silhouette partially softened by the hazy atmosphere. a few moving car headlights trace lines along the streets below, capturing the quiet yet restless energy of the city. inside, the scene is intimate and moody, illuminated by the faint light filtering through the window. the atmosphere feels unmistakably iranian, a mix of nostalgia and solitude, as i take a slow drag from my cigarette and watch the embers glow against the backdrop of the city.

9 months ago

POV first-person, i am standing by the window, smoking a cigarette, captured from a first-person perspective. only my hand is visible in the frame. i hold the cigarette between my index and middle fingers with a relaxed grip, the lit end faintly glowing in the dim evening light. my thumb rests near the filter as i occasionally bring it to my lips. thin wisps of smoke rise and fade into the air near the window. outside the window, the cityscape of tehran stretches into the distance. the sky is transitioning into night, with the last traces of daylight fading into deep blue. the city's lights flicker on, casting a warm glow over the buildings. in the far distance, the milad tower stands tall but blurred, blending softly into the hazy skyline. its silhouette is faint, with only the glowing ring of the observation deck subtly visible through the evening haze. inside, the lighting is minimal, mostly coming from the faint illumination outside. the scene feels moody and contemplative, evoking a sense of quiet solitude. as i take another slow drag from my cigarette, the embers glow momentarily before dimming again, mirroring the distant lights of the city.