The city is loud, but the rain is louder.
She stands at the intersection of a dream and a memory, holding an umbrella against a sky that has forgotten the sun. The distant skyline is just a jagged ghost on the horizon. She isn't waiting for the rain to stop; sheβs waiting for the silence to return. Every drop that hits the pavement echoes the rhythm of the Mina Lullaby, a haunting duet played out in the midnight noir of the city.
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