Under the dazzling glow of the neon city lights, Mia wandered through the bustling streets, her transparent umbrella catching the reflections of the rain-soaked world around her. Drops clung to its surface, refracting tiny rainbows that danced with the electric hues of signs and advertisements. The city pulsed with life—strangers hurrying by, their faces hidden under umbrellas, each lost in their own story.
Mia had always found comfort in the rain. Tonight, however, there was a tinge of melancholy in her gaze as she looked up at the endless skyscrapers piercing the night sky. Her hoodie, damp from the mist, hugged her tightly, a shield against both the chill and her swirling thoughts.
She wasn’t sure what she was searching for as she walked, her footsteps light yet deliberate. Perhaps it was a memory buried within the folds of the city or a spark of inspiration hidden in the rain’s rhythm. As a drop slid down the curve of her umbrella, she smiled faintly. The rain didn’t wash away her sadness; it simply softened it, making her feel small yet alive, a part of something infinitely larger than herself.
♪ The Soul of Wind
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The Soul of Wind