Urban Shadows

The city breathes a different kind of darkness now, a heavy shroud falling over forgotten

streets. No warmth, no sweet escape from its relentless, suffocating grasp,

only cold concrete and forgotten dreams. Only the harsh, unyielding truth remains in these quiet,

late hours, reflected in shattered puddles. Every shadow holds a challenge,

a silent defiance, an unspoken question whispered in the chilling wind. And the silence,

a brutal, honest companion in this endless, unforgiving urban labyrinth of cold concrete.