Laundry

In the secluded corners of Amager, Copenhagen, the night unfolds a story within the somber walls of an old laundry. Here, a lone figure meanders, slowly traversing the dimly lit corridors, as the evening deepens.

Anticipation hangs in the air, thick and palpable, as he waits in the hushed stillness of the fading light.

The old laundry, a relic of Copenhagen’s past, becomes a stage for a poignant encounter with the night. Each step, each lingering glance, weaves a story that beckons to be told.