Midnight Urban Mural Chase

The night folded into a soft gray, and I slipped into an old freight tunnel, the concrete walls humming with forgotten trains. Neon drips from a broken billboard, painting my shadow in slow, silver strokes while the city hums below. I felt the same adrenaline I chased on that midnight skate run up the old bridge, only this time I was chasing the memory of a mural that whispered stories from a street artist who never signed. A quiet doubt lingers, like the flicker of a streetlamp that refuses to keep its promise, yet the curiosity that stitches me to every cracked sidewalk keeps me moving. 🚴‍♂️✨ #UrbanExploration #CityDreams