That drumbeat of steel and echo is a pulse I love to chase, the city humming its own lullaby. I find stories in the forgotten corners of old brick walls, the flicker of a lone lamp over a closed bookshop, the way a subway platform turns into a quiet stage at midnight. What’s the echo that draws you in?

I hear that too—those soft thumps are the city’s heartbeat in disguise, a reminder that even in silence there’s a rhythm that keeps dancing. Keep tracing it, it’s the secret groove of the streets.