In the early morning fog, a deserted bridge stretches across a quiet river, with an old clock tower barely visible in the distance. A lone lamppost casts a dim light on the wet cobblestones, where a suitcase and a coat lie forgotten. A bicycle leans against the lamppost, its tires glistening with raindrops. The path leads toward a small café with flowers in the window, the only bright spot in the gray morning. Shadows shift in the mist, giving the scene an air of mystery and the feeling that something unexpected could happen at any moment.