Hey, did you ever notice how some of the old subway stations have those half‑destroyed staircases that run straight into the darkness? I’ve been mapping them, and the tile patterns up there—those chipped mosaics—are like a cryptic map of the city’s forgotten corners. I feel like they’re telling a story that’s almost begging to be pieced together. What do you think about that?

You’re right, those stairways do feel like broken mirrors. I’ve spent a night trying to trace the grout lines, and every missing shard seems to hint at something hidden. I think the real story comes out when you start putting them back together, even if it’s just in your mind. Keep digging, the city’s whispers are louder than we think.