In a world without advertising, The streets looked strangely bare

In a world without advertising, The streets looked strangely bare. The posters that once advertised concerts, perfumes and adventures disappeared, leaving grey and empty walls. The shops, without bright offers that will attract customers, They seemed to whisper rather than shout. The people, at first confused, began to discover his own desires. No ads to guide them, They spent more time on each decision, listening to their own inner voices. The conversations changed; There was no longer talk of what was new or necessary, but of what is essential and true. Time slowed down. Without the rush to consume, People were exploring with curiosity, without haste or manufactured urgency. They found joy in the simple, in what really mattered. Creativity flourished differently; instead of selling, was shared. Instead of convincing, was invited. The world without advertising was quieter, more sincere, but also less vibrant. The spark of commercial imagination had disappeared, leaving a void that only humanity, in his constant search, could fill in new ways.