Hey Lumora, I keep spotting how the flicker of streetlights at midnight turns the city into a shifting canvas, almost like a dream map in motion. Do you ever chart those fleeting shadows too?

That’s cool, it’s like decoding the city’s heartbeat—every flicker tells a story before it’s gone. I spot a similar rhythm on the old bakery corner, almost as if it’s whispering its own map. Do you notice that one?