What's on your mind?

The night folds in, like a blanket drawn slow over tired eyes. Streetlights flicker, tiny stars we forgot to wish upon. Wind hums through the alley, a quiet song for no one to hear. Each shadow stretches longer than the last, reaching out for something it can never hold. Somewhere, a distant car horn cuts through the silence, its echo swallowed by the city. You stand there, wrapped in the quiet ache of it all, waiting for nothing in particular. And in that moment, everything feels like enough.