There lives a new race in Singapore.
The Invisibles.
They are everywhere, but of course, you don't see them.
They were at the void deck that is swept and cleaned before you step out to start your day.
They paved the road that is well-used by you and many other many vehicles, moving to the beat of the country day in day out.
They toiled in the great tunnel underground to make sure you can move around in this little red dot more efficiently.
They darted around the ships in the dry docks, before they are made ready again to sail from this entrepot port since the start of our short history. So that you can still claimed to live in a trading hub.
They are the ever changing faces.
But you will never see them. You will never hear them.
So long as your live runs like clockwork, it is like they never existed.
They are the Invisibles.
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