Microscopically dissected, the city hummed beneath its veil of night—a chatter of whispers,
reverberating through streets, bearing stories of those unseen dreams. Streets that knew
secrets held beyond the common ear, speaking in rhythms and pulses akin to the harmony of stars.
"Do you hear it too?" she whispered, peering into the forgotten alleys where shadows danced
with light's fleeting breath.
"There's music beneath the cobblestones," he mused, tracing invisible notes with his fingertips
across the barren air.
The old man at the corner smiled knowingly, his eyes glinting memories etched within time's
relentless passage.