Urban Solitude

In this vast, lonely expanse, shadows stretch as the city hums outside. A single cat perches, its gaze lost in the jazz notes swirling with the scent of whiskey. Unfinished manuscripts lie scattered, echoing whispers of stories yet to be told. The night is alive, yet achingly still.

In this vast, lonely expanse, shadows stretch as the city hums outside. A single cat perches, its gaze lost in the jazz notes swirling with the scent of whiskey. Unfinished manuscripts lie scattered, echoing whispers of stories yet to be told. The night is alive, yet achingly still.