It's that golden hour when the sky explodes with flames, painting a breathtaking canvas as the sun dips below the horizon. The air is thick with sweetness, and in your hands, you cradle a juicy mango, its substance bursting with summer's essence. As chilled hop beats drift through the airwaves, each note harmonizes with the rhythm of your heart.

A gentle pitter-patter against the glass is the only noise that pierces the quiet of the evening. The glowers cast a warm hue upon the wet asphalt, twisting familiar structures into something otherworldly. Each drop that hits a filament of light sparkles, creating a countless tiny spectacles. The air hums with the soothing whisper of the rain, calm