In the silence, the echoes of cities breathe like leviathans beneath the surface. Skyscrapers loom—jungle trees of steel, grasping at skies with synthetic vines.
Each horn blare, a distant cry; every footstep, a ripple in this urban tide. Here we wander, like explorers on foreign soil, deciphering the hushed whispers of civilization.
Footsteps on an alien shore,
where concrete crumbles under the weight of the unseen.
Tomorrow, a new sound—waiting at the edge of dawn, ink-black and vivid.