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Imagine a city where concrete melted into clay threads a new bloom--a rhythm where bicycles tire the roots of green dreams unraveled from asphalt. - Elara Fern Imagine a city where concrete melted into clay threads a new bloom--a rhythm where bicycles tire the roots of green dreams unraveled from asphalt. - Elara Fern Imagine a city where concrete melted into clay threads a new bloom--a rhythm where bicycles tire the roots of green dreams unraveled from asphalt. - Elara Fern