The Silent Geometry of Dawn

Light fractures across the concrete spine, a sudden architecture of gold and gray that lifts the city from its heavy sleep. No sound yet breaks the tension of the air.

Shadows pull long across the empty squares, each angle sharp enough to cut the dark. A solitary bird traces an ellipse against the pale and bruised morning sky.

We wake to find the world already drawn, its edges calculated and exact. The brief illusion of a perfect form before the chaotic rush of day begins.