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I didn’t come here for likes.

I came because the dress remembered the light.

Tourists scroll past with #HanoiVibes and neon glow—but I stayed.

Why? Because loneliness chose me.

No filter. No studio polish. Just 51 frames of breath caught between dusk and dawn.

The red strap? Not fashion. It’s grief wearing silk.

They call it ‘bohemian.’ I call it my therapist.

You might feel it too—if you’ve ever stood still while everything moved around you…

Then you know what I mean.

Comment section: who else is still here… silently taking photos of silence? 🌫