The cerulean sky shined down upon this city with the most resplendent of the people.
Verde, arancia, giallo filling up the streets. Like paint being brushed on an old wall.
The air becomes denser by the second. I can feel my lungs closing up. Oxygen forbidden within me. Carbon Dioxide vanishing briskly.
I can't breathe.
My legs give out. I'm paralyzed on the ground.
Every millimeter of me is crushed with the weight of women's heels, men's boots, every shoe size to ever walk on the narrow paths of Venezia.
My view becomes a world of fog, choking my entire existence into thin air.
