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Beneath the glow of flickering streetlights, the city whispered its late-night secrets to anyone willing to listen. A lone cyclist coasted down the empty avenue, tires humming against the pavement like a lullaby for the restless. Neon signs blinked with tired enthusiasm, advertising diners that never closed and dreams that never quite woke up. Somewhere above, a window lit up briefly, then went dark again—like a blinking eye lost in thought. It was the kind of night where everything felt like a question, and the answers were hiding just out of reach.