Quiet Nights

The city lays quiet in the night, the once bustling streets now eerily still. The hum of traffic, the chorus of voices, the relentless movement—all faded into a hushed stillness, as if the city itself is holding its breath. Neon signs flicker, casting ghostly reflections onto rain-slicked pavement, their glow the only reminder of the life that pulsed here just hours ago.

A distant siren wails, cutting through the silence like a warning, then fades just as quickly.