"Fortress of the Forgotten"
On an empty downtown street, in the shadow of bright neon promises, a lone figure sits wrapped in layers of discarded warmth.

A fortress, stitched together from what others have thrown away. Candy-cane fleece, cartoon blankets, crushed water bottles — an architecture of necessity and defiance.

This is not simply survival. It is sovereignty — built one scrap at a time.

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