It's that vibrant hour when the sky explodes with colors, painting a breathtaking canvas as the sun dips below the horizon. The air is thick with sweetness, and in your hands, you cradle a ripe mango, its flesh bursting with summer's flavor. As chilled hop beats drift through the atmosphere, each note synchronizes with the pulse of your heart.

A gentle pitter-patter against the window is the only sound that disrupts the quiet of the night. The lamps cast a soft shade upon the slick asphalt, bending familiar structures into something eerie. Each pellet that hits a filament of light sparkles, creating a countless tiny worlds. The air resonates with the soothing murmur of the rain, lulling