Unseen Traveller

In the warmth of an autumn day, the Unseen Traveller moves through the heart of Paris, unnoticed by the crowds that bustle around them. The wind, carrying the scent of freshly baked croissants and distant flowers from the market near the Centre Pompidou, wraps around them like a familiar companion. Yet, despite the city’s vibrancy and life, the traveller remains distant, alone in a place where love fills the streets, but none of it touches them. Amongst lovers, laughter, and the hum of conversation, they walk in quiet solitude, neither rushing nor lingering. There is no sign of joy or sorrow, just an endless movement through the city’s artful landscape. Are they content in this solitude, or longing for a connection that remains just out of reach? The answer, like the traveller themselves, is left to the wind.