The Rooftop Dreamer.

He came here every night, though no one ever knew.

While the city below whispered its neon tales, he stood still—small, yet untouched.

With his hood drawn tight, he watched the light-soaked skyline stretch before him like a digital ocean.

He imagined each light as a wish. A dream. A forgotten promise.

No one knew where he came from.

Maybe he didn’t belong anywhere.

Maybe he belonged everywhere.

But up here, between the rustle of wind and the hum of the sleepless night, he felt both invisible and infinite.

And for a fleeting moment, the city wondered if it was being watched.