I closed my eyes and imagined: what if our scarlet car with the letter «M» was a rocket? A real, fiery one, shooting high into the sky! Suddenly, an astronaut in a heavy spacesuit appeared on my paper. He boldly walked along the body of the ascending rocket, and in his hand was that familiar letter «M"—only it… blinked in surprise! Because even it didn’t expect that the metro could fly that high.
Ahead of us, in the starry darkness, the numbers «90» drifted by—as if they were stations we had already rocketed past. I tried my best to make them glow like real constellations.
When the drawing was finished, I felt a little scared: what if no one understood it? But Dad looked at it, laughed, and said, «You’re right, sweetie. Our metro really does look like a spacecraft.» And then I realized: maybe I’m not the only one who sees a miracle in these bustling cars. 🚀✨
