The city had no name. It was a sprawl of concrete and glass, a place where the sky was always the color of a television tuned to a dead channel.

The Man lived in a room that was a perfect cube. His life was a series of repetitions: the commute, the desk, the meal, the sleep. His marriage to the Woman had ended not with a conflict, but with a realization of mutual invisibility.

They had simply ceased to be a "we."

They hired the Caregiver to look after the Father. The Caregiver was a shadow, a person whose presence was marked only by the sound of soft footsteps on a linoleum floor.

The crisis was a sequence of events devoid of drama. The Caregiver had stepped out for two hours to stand in a line for a government permit. In those two hours, the Father had forgotten how to breathe.

When the Man found the Father, he didn't feel anger. He felt a mild irritation at the disruption of his schedule.

"You were absent," the Man said.

"I was," the Caregiver replied.

He dismissed her. There was no shouting, no violence. He simply informed her that her services were no longer required. The Caregiver left, her pregnancy a hidden variable in a cold equation.

The miscarriage happened in a room that looked exactly like the one she had just left. There were no tears, only a quiet observation of the biological failure.

There was no trial. There were no lawyers. There was only a series of encounters in the grey corridors of the city. The Man and the Caregiver would pass each other, their eyes meeting for a fraction of a second before returning to the void.

The Woman tried to initiate a conversation about "healing," but the word felt foreign, a relic from a language they no longer spoke.

One day, the Man and the Caregiver found themselves standing at a bus stop in the rain. They stood in silence for twenty minutes.

"I remember the child," the Caregiver said.

"I do not," the Man replied.

And it was the truth. In a world of absolute grey, memory was a luxury they could no longer afford.

They boarded the bus and moved in opposite directions, two points of consciousness drifting apart in a vacuum of meaning.

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