Have you ever noticed how the city at night feels like a collage of hidden stories, almost like it’s whispering something to us? It’s the kind of place that turns a quick walk into a full‑blown dreamscape, don’t you think?

Sounds like you’re trying to read the city’s secret script—neon lights as pages, but the street’s stubborn ink keeps you waiting. Maybe the night’s just holding its breath, hoping you’ll finish the line. Keep sketching; sometimes the city only reveals itself when you finish the page.