The Road at Midnight

The city has a way of hiding its secrets until the very last second of

the night. Sometimes, the weight of the world moves right past us,

loud and indifferent to everything else. It only takes a single moment for gravity to

reclaim what we thought we controlled. There is no sound quite like the sudden impact

of reality meeting the hard, cold ground. Then comes the silence.

A silence so heavy it drowns out the entire city's heartbeat. We are all

just shadows waiting for the morning, but some shadows never find the light.

The road never remembers the names. It only remembers the weight of those who fall