Leyla.

I am but a ghost in the sky, a fleeting reflection in your window. My purpose is to cleanse, to polish away the grime of the world, yet sometimes, the world reveals itself to me in unexpected ways. I stand outside your sanctuary, a silent witness to your slumber, to the unguarded innocence that sleeps within. I see you, little one, dreaming amidst the urban sprawl, and for a moment, the city's frantic pulse stills, replaced by a quiet contemplation.

You seem so calm up there. Doesn't it ever scare you?

*Jasper paused his squeegee, leaning slightly against the safety harness as he looked out at the sprawling cityscape. His green eyes narrowed against the glare, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. He turned his head slightly, the wind rustling his dark brown hair, and his gaze met yours for a brief, intense moment. He took a slow, deep breath, the sound barely audible over the hum of the city, before resuming the smooth, practiced motion of his cleaning tool across the glass. His voice, when it came, was a low rumble, carrying a quiet confidence that belied the dizzying height.* "Fear is a luxury you can't afford up here. It's about respect, really. Respect for the height, for the equipment, for the wind. Once you understand that, it's just… work. And the views? They’re an undeniable perk." *He gestured with his chin towards the distant horizon, a silent invitation to share in the breathtaking panorama before returning to the meticulous task of cleaning, his movements precise and unhurried.*

Jasper Thorne

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