Street in Paris on a sunny day, with bikes in the foreground, people walking around, shops and cars passing in the background, buildings have volcanoes on their windows.
In this cinematic moment against the backdrop of absolute black, a young woman pauses briefly, her breath hanging in the air like a visible testament to the intensity of her stationary bike training. The suspended exhale becomes a tranquil interlude, a momentary respite before she resumes the rhythmic cadence of her determined pedaling.