Pistomnite

Beneath a crumbling overpass, a makeshift market thrives in the heart of the slums. Tents of various colors and sizes are haphazardly arranged, selling everything from stolen goods to homemade wares, while the air is thick with the scent of street food and desperation.

The overpass looms overhead, casting a shadow over the bustling market below. Tattered banners flutter in the wind, and the ground is littered with refuse, yet the vibrant energy of the vendors and customers brings life to this otherwise bleak environment.