Puppet Master The narrow, high-walled passage swallowed the sound of my boot scraping a broken cobblestone, the echo sharp in the dry air. Above, a sliver of unforgiving sunlight cut down, carving deep shadows where the damp, mossy scent of the gully was now replaced by the smell of dust and ancient stone. I paused, looking not just at my gloved hand—the leather scuffed from my descent, but at what was attached to it. Thin, nearly invisible lines, like high-tensile wires , stretched from the articulated cuff on my wrist and disappeared into the air above the path. I tracked them with my eyes until they converged on a small, stone figure standing motionless in the centre of the walkway. It was a crude marionette , barely a foot tall, carved from the same pale, cracked stone as the surrounding walls. Dressed in a simple tunic, its blank, oval face held a radiating sense of expectant waiting. Its arms were held out, palms up. I held the strings. Yet, the feeling was not one of cont...
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Amid the concrete jungle stands the most luxurious and opulent oasis - "The Greenbelt". It's like a sparkling jewel box that overflows onto the pavement, surrounded by gleaming buildings that reek of wealth.
The restaurants here are nothing short of culinary temples, offering unique and exquisite tastes unmatched elsewhere. Their prices are enough to make an average credit card sweat. The waiters glide around like genies, their polished silverware outshining their impeccable attire.
As I sat sipping a mango cocktail, my eyes were fixed on the people passing by. I had the curiosity of an anthropologist exploring a diamond mine. The audacity of a Ferrari racing with a swarm of Jeepneys on the busy streets was nothing short of astonishing!
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Unveiling the City's Hidden Oasis: The Greenbelt (Luxury, Food, Culture)
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Escape the ordinary and discover The Greenbelt, a luxurious oasis nestled amidst the heart of the city. ✨ Indulge in world-class restaurants, dazzling nightlife, and a captivating blend of cultures. Witness the astonishing contrast of premium cars alongside iconic landmarks. ️ Experience the unexpected.
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