Morning Steam Corridor Over Havana Market Baskets

Deep shadow swallows the lower half of a Habana Vieja market stall while a sharp rim light slices through humid air. Thick white steam rises from bamboo baskets filled with tea leaves, twisting into a translucent corridor that stretches visibly beyond the physical limits of the stone building. The corridor walls appear made of vapor, receding into a distance that defies the room's architecture. Wet pavement reflects the pale morning glow. Rough textures of woven bamboo contrast with the smooth, shifting density of the steam. A wooden crate sits at the edge of the light, its grain darkened by moisture. The impossible passage glows faintly at its far end.