The Silent Geometry

Concrete pillars rise like ancient monoliths, casting long shadows over the sleeping avenue, where only the wind hums a fractured tune.

A solitary streetlight stutters against the dark, painting the damp asphalt in a hesitant yellow, offering temporary warmth to the empty intersection.

The metropolis breathes in a slow, heavy rhythm, waiting for the morning to breach the skyline, and fracture the stillness with its sudden light.