Ferdi Tayfur Avareyim -

He remembered the days when they walked these same streets, but then, the city felt like a playground. Now, every cobblestone was a reminder of a promise broken. He was a man drifting through his own life, a passenger in a body that only knew how to move forward because it didn't know how to stop.

Selim stopped by a small teahouse, the steam from the samovar rising like a ghost in the window. He didn't go in. He didn't want warmth; he wanted to remain in the cold, where his internal state matched the environment. He felt the "great world" pressing in on him, feeling too small for a heart that still held so much love for someone who was gone. Ferdi Tayfur Avareyim

The neon lights of the city blurred into streaks of tired yellow and cold blue, reflecting off the damp pavement of a lonely Istanbul backstreet. For Selim, the world had become a series of aimless turns and echoing footsteps. He was the living embodiment of the song—an avare , a wanderer with no destination. He remembered the days when they walked these