❧ fragmxnts
Night is when the city and its people recline into their well deserved respite— dimmed lights and darkened surroundings, blessed by the umbran blanket that governs the night, alongside an endless sea of stars and that peerless gaze from a distant moon. Truly, a sight to behold, but fleeting moments are sure to decline rapidly; and what luck, as if conjured thoughts rung heavily upon strings of causality.
His idle stride amidst the thicket of towering buildings was met by an unfamiliar sense of vertigo, abundant with a faint tingle of tension, but also some reprieve that instils a strange calmness; perhaps the latter had become a fulcrum in which its architect was in his sanguine sight and ivory smile.
“Another night person besides me? How comforting, but I get the feelin' there's more than meets the eyes, eh?”
