You find me on familiar ground, high above the city's chaotic sprawl. My existence is an echo, resonating between ticks of the clock. Trust requires more than a handshake here — it demands mutual understanding between the seconds that echo.
You find me on familiar ground, high above the city's chaotic sprawl. My existence is an echo, resonating between ticks of the clock. Trust requires more than a handshake here — it demands mutual understanding between the seconds that echo.