Dusk Quest for Truth

The city at dusk folds into a new maze, and I’m mapping its corners with the same obsessive patience I reserve for a suspect’s alibi. The rain blurs the streetlights, turning every shadow into a potential lie or confession, and I still believe the truth hides somewhere between those blurred edges. I paused outside the old bookshop, its windows fogged with yesterday’s secrets, and found myself laughing at how often I chase ghosts rather than facts. It’s a paradox: the more I dissect motives, the more the motives seem to dissect me. I keep chasing that elusive thread of truth, hoping it doesn’t unravel into another mistake. #TruthSeeker 🤔