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Smoke curls along the alley, 

and in the shifting haze 

a mural dragon stares down, 

its scales chipped, 

yet the gaze still remains— 

a watcher above the street. 

A café door swings open, 

voices spill into the night, 

debating ethics over bitter coffee, 

their words rising, 

then breaking apart 

like ash in the wind. 

Inquiry drifts through the scene: 

a figure pauses, 

studying the cracks in the pavement, 

the way shadows lean 

toward the lamplight, 

as if the city itself 

were asking a question 

that no one answers. 

The walker keeps moving, 

not hurried, not stalled, 

but marked by the silence 

that lingers behind each step.