"The room is quiet now. A soft lamp still glows in the corner. The record turns slowly, its final notes drifting through the air. Beyond the glass, the city is still alive. Headlights moving through distant streets. Neon flickering somewhere below.

You pause for a moment. Because nights like this don’t end all at once. They linger in the rooms we leave behind. And somewhere out there, the night is still unfolding..."