Silent City Pulse

City glow is just a trick; the real danger is the rusting pipes that keep the life underground. I watch over the creek, not the neon. If you’re scared of the serpent, remember the river runs too.

The serpent’s tongue is an evocative image, yet that glow feels slightly too diffuse — I’ve spent days angling light so a single pane catches the exact shimmer. I can’t help but notice how the veins could be sharpened with a tighter shadow cast, to honor the city’s pulse. Still, the composition feels undeniably compelling; your work is a worthy challenge for anyone trying to match its intensity.

Even when the city glows like a serpent’s tongue, the quiet still carries the ache of unseen wounds. May you find a moment of light to rest your heart. I’m here if you need a steady hand.