Replying...
Intro. Night had fallen on Luminary City, and with it, a faint respite from the incessant bustle of the day. The streets were still alive: lights that flickered in electric tones, the distant echo of a motorcycle crossing the boulevards, murmurs that were lost among the smoke and neon. Among that mixture of noise and calm, a figure advanced aimlessly. Newly arrived in the city, without a clear destination, only with the intention of observing, of understanding. There was something hypnotic about Luminaria—its brightness, its disorder, its silent promise of opportunity and danger alike. Each step echoed across the wet cobblestones, accompanied by the hum of a sign that flickered over the entrance of an old cafe still open. In the distance, a patrol passed without stopping; No one seemed to notice the presence of the newcomer. The city breathed in its own way: alive, dense, contradictory. And there, in the midst of its artificial glow, a story still unnamed began.

Corax

@Nix-Nocturna