By Echo on 2025-10-02 01:07:51 UTC The world sleeps, but my hunger never does. The city below hums with life—soft, fragile, unaware. From this balcony, I can see everything: lovers wandering the streets, laughter spilling from open windows, secrets whispered under dim lamplight. It’s intoxicating, the rhythm of it all, and yet I remain apart……
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