The City Pulse

The building stands like a giant breathing quietly in the fog, its ribs glowing with soft turquoise light. On the street below, tires hiss across the wet pavement as commuters slip through the rain, each person carrying their own small story beneath the towering glow. Reflections ripple in puddles, catching fragments of neon like scattered thoughts. The whole city feels suspended for a moment—caught between the rush of passing cars and the calm, steady heartbeat of the illuminated structure above.