Welcome Back! In the heart of our bustling city, where pollution in the surrounding and environment rush through concrete canyons, there exists a bridge a relic of the past, a thread connecting our urban fabric. Maya, a woman, walks this bridge every morning, her footsteps echoing against the worn-out pavement. The bridge spans a murky river, its iron railings rusted and chipped. As Maya steps onto it, she gazes at the surrounding buildings. They loom like silent sentinels, their windows cracked, graffiti defacing their once-pristine facades. These structures, once symbols of progress, now bear the scars of neglect. Maya's eyes sweep across the landscape. She notices the shattered glass of a bus stop, the faded murals on the walls, and the litter strewn about a testament to our collective disregard for public spaces. The bridge itself groans under the weight of years, its concrete pockmarked and crumbling. But Maya is not a passive observer. She carries a small bag a makeshift too...