Every spark that explodes reflects in my eyes. As shades of gold and orange pierce through the darkness of the night, I can’t escape my own thoughts. I don’t hear the crowd—only the rhythm of my heart. This moment belongs only to me.
Maybe tomorrow everything will change. Maybe nothing will. But right now, standing on this rooftop, I feel suspended between the sky and the city. And this feeling… no matter how brief, is worth remembering.
