High above the city, where the winds are sharp and free,

A realm of restless motion whispers ancient mystery.

Skyscrapers pierce the heavens, reaching for the skies,

While stars beyond their shining peaks gaze down with timeless eyes.

The streets below are rivers, flowing red and gold,

A million fleeting moments in their currents uncontrolled.

Yet up here in the silence, the noise begins to fade,...