"Sir, I’ve been telling you not to worry for a long time now. See how much weight you've lost." That was Mrs Daniels' voice ringing in my ears as I sat in her shop that evening. It was drizzling,

I stood there, a fragile figure on a field of dust, where cities once pulsed with life and trust. My chipped rim, now a testament to hands that had grown cold, had once cradled warmth and stories untold.