I will tray cat darted between parked cars, pausing briefl

On a nearby bench, an old notebook lay forgotten, its pages slightly curled at the edges. A breeze flipped one open, revealing lines of hurried handwriting, thoughts captured in a moment of urgency and left behind without explanation. No name, no datejust fragments of ideas waiting to be rediscovered.

The sky above was unusually clear, dotted with stars that seemed brighter than usual. It gave the impression that the night itself was watching, quietly bearing witness to everything unfolding below. A single cloud passed lazily overhead, momentarily obscuring a constellation before drifting onward.