Rain falls softly on empty streets. Neon lights flicker; Cyclists speed by quickly; Food carts, steaming, fragrant; Murals whisper stories in paint; Music spills from open doorways. A crowd gathers, watching in awe as streetlights cast shadows on history. Voodoo donuts passed around, shared with love; Strangers smile, laugh, finding connection in the dark as Portland breathes in this living moment. I know this doesn't follow the format exactly, but let's say it's inspired by the form.