A rooftop after dark, the skyline lit up in blocky letters no one's quite reading. A figure stands at the rail, mostly silhouette, city lights doing the only talking. It moves like a film still — quiet, a little unresolved, more mood than moment.

入夜后的天台，远处大楼亮着一排排字母状的灯光，没人真的在读。一个人影站在栏杆边，大半隐在暗处，城市的灯光替他说话。像电影里截下的一帧——安静，没有明确的答案，情绪多过情节。