Cold, melancholic, wintery, intimate yet distant.
“Ena kheimoniatiko proi stin Igoumenitsa...” (A winter morning in Igoumenitsa...) She whispered the opening line, the melody echoing in her mind. melina_aslanidoy_ena_kheimoniatiko_proi_stin_ig...
The sea was a cold, slate grey, matching the sky. In the port town of , winter mornings usually brought a quiet melancholy, but this morning was different—it was heavy with the weight of departure. Cold, melancholic, wintery, intimate yet distant
Alexandros didn't show up to say goodbye in person. Instead, his absence felt heavier than his presence ever did. It was a final, silent act, leaving her alone with the seagulls and the cold mist. melina_aslanidoy_ena_kheimoniatiko_proi_stin_ig...