The city, a tapestry woven from steel and glass, stretched out before Arjun, a million fireflies awakening against the twilight canvas. The fiery hues of the sunset bled into a gentle lavender, and a crescent moon peeked through the inky blackness, casting a silvery glow on the buildings below. Yet, for Arjun, the cityscape felt curiously lifeless. He was a landscape artist, a master of capturing the soul of a place in a brushstroke, but here,...