The neon lights outside the window flicker intermittently, casting a mesmerizing glow.
It's as if reflecting the unseen undercurrents hidden within this city.
.........
Four o'clock in the morning.
The darkness is like a heavy velvet curtain, pressing heavily on the city sky.
In the distance, the rows of skyscrapers mostly have their windows tightly closed.
Only a few scattered lights slightly twinkle in the boundless darkness, like the sparse eyes of a sleeping giant beast.
On the streets, the dim streetlights gently sway in the cold wind, casting elongated shadows on the ground.
Occasionally, a passing car would rush by with a dull engine sound.
The sound of tires skidding across the pavement briefly tears apart the silence, only to be swallowed again swiftly.
This moment is when the night is at its darkest.
A silhouette, like a ghost in the dark night, silently appears on the roof terrace of this old tubular building.
