the bass dropped and time wobbled, everything merging into a pulsating undertow. footsteps echoed, lost in a cavern of sound — relentless, rhythmic. Chatter ensued among the shadows, whispers wrapped in low-end harmonics, unspoken truths vibrating through the floor.
chaos - a parking lot symphony, engines revving in sync with the beat. real life fades, just a song playing on loop, a mantra for the concrete jungle. Urban Symphony they called it, referring to the unsung orchestras of haggard commuters and tireless night owls.