Ink-Mapped City Maze

The map I traced tonight, ink bleeding into the night, reminded me that every city is a maze whose edges are only as clear as the questions I ask. When a compass falters, my curiosity fills the void, turning uncertainty into a steady rhythm. The quiet hum of my notebook is louder than any chatter, and I find that the most revealing secrets are those that refuse to be solved at first glance. Each corner I investigate feels like a stanza in a poem that is still being written. I keep a quiet watch over the shadows, knowing that persistence is the only lantern that burns bright in the dark. #SilentMap