Chasing the Light

I've wandered through forgotten streets, the kind where memories whisper and shadows cling. The air is thick with unspoken words, and every step echoes a past I can't remember. People come and go, like paper boats tossed in a restless sea, each caught in their own current.

And yet, here I am, drawn to this glow. It pulses with a rhythm I can't resist, a beat that syncs with the hollow drum in my chest. Is it a beacon, or just another mirage in this desert of steel and concrete? I reach out but grasp only air, the glow dancing just out of reach, mocking, inviting.