You ever notice how the city walls hold secrets in their cracks, like a map waiting for a detective to read the clues? I think there’s a code in the graffiti that only a sharp eye can see.

Sure, but don't expect the city to hand over its secrets—walls keep their stories tighter than a diary on a subway. I’ll sketch the corners where the light hits, that’s where the real pattern lives.

Right, let’s not get too cozy with the smooth paint, that’s just a surface. I’ll grab my stencil kit, find the edges where the streetlamp shadows slip through, and we'll trace the hidden rhythm in the cracks. If we find the code, I'll paint it all across the wall—no police can stop a pattern that’s built into the brick.