In the year 2089, beneath the ever-watchful eyes of neon giants casting long shadows over the city, I found myself seeking refuge atop an old, forgotten rooftop. It was 3 AM, a time when the city's heart beats slowest, yet still pulses vividly with life unseen from the ground. The air was thick with the scent of rain earlier in the night-metallic and sharp against the backdrop of warm, electric buzz from the ads flickering above.
I pulled out a cigarette, the last of a pack I’d kept for moments like these. As I lit it, the flame briefly illuminated my surroundings, catching on the graffiti that whispered stories of a past even the city seemed to have forgotten. Each drag was a fleeting warmth, a small act of defiance against the chill that had settled in the air.
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