Midnight Echoes

The city never truly sleeps, but in these quiet hours, it finally begins

to breathe deeply. Rain falls like a soft whisper against the glass, a cooling touch

on the feverish night. Down below, the grid of streets glows with

a thousand stories that we will never truly know. There is a peculiar comfort in

being alone when the world is draped in shadow and silver. The neon hums

a lullaby to the skyscrapers, a song of electricity and quiet longing.

Time seems to stretch here, caught between the falling rain and the blinking lights

of the horizon. From this height, the chaos of the day becomes a silent,