The city glowed beneath her like a living constellation, lights pulsing softly in the night. She leaned against the railing, wrapped in black silk that clung to her like a second skin, as if the darkness itself had chosen her as its muse.
The air was cool, carrying distant sounds of traffic and laughter far below, but up here everything felt suspended in time. She tilted her head slightly, letting the night breeze play with her hair, her thoughts drifting between confidence and quiet mystery.
She wasn't waiting for anyone--this moment was hers alone. A reminder that beauty doesn't need permission, and strength can be silent. The city watched, unaware that for just one heartbeat, she was the brightest light above it.
Love you, too
