In the bustling sprawl of a city that never slept, there lived a boy named . While others dreamed of the high-speed expressways—the "Ana Yollar" where the famous, the wealthy, and the hurried raced toward their destinies—Yanyol was content in the margins.
Out of the mist stepped Yanyol. He didn't wear a suit or carry a briefcase; he wore a faded denim jacket and carried a small, glowing lantern. yanyol
"I need to get back to the main road!" Selim shouted. "I'm losing time!" In the bustling sprawl of a city that