🌿 A short story born from this art…The hum of Camera 2174 had become Arjun’s heartbeat after thirty-seven nights in the suffocating belly of Building 2174. Its crimson gaze swept the corridor—left to right, a pause, then back—etching time into the cracked tiles like a metronome of doom. The walls wept with numbers: 2774, 9, coordinates bleeding into Hindi script—"दृष्टि" (sight), "स्मृति" (memory)—and jagged English scrawls that hinted at forgotten rebellions. The air tasted of rust and resi...