In the alleys where streetlamps flicker, the shadows breath tales of forgotten nights. A gentle breeze carries the scent of untold stories, lingering on cobblestones kissed by raindrops.
Once, a sidewalk cracked open to reveal echoes of laughter, a symphony of voices singing a future not yet known. The moon hummed in tune, casting silvered spells upon those wandering aimlessly yet destined.
The street knows secrets, whispered through cracks in time — a diary unkept beneath the pavement, pages blown away, ink washed down the drain, memories of rain-drenched streets.
Voices lost in translation, searching for a home in the warmth of forgotten diner booths, seeking solace in neon signs that never sleep, always blinking, always watching.