Perched atop the urban throne of a rooftop, Ellie and Kane existed in a moment suspended between city lights and the vast expanse of night sky. The night breeze, gentle yet carrying the weight of unspoken tales, played with Ellie's hair. She sat, hands wrapped around her chest, not so much a reaction to the chill as a contemplative gesture. Her eyes, reflective like the moon, surveyed the city sprawled below, caught between the mundane and the supernatural.
In a stark contrast, Kane lingered in the shadows of silence, his form outlined by sporadic glows from the city lights. The ember of a cigarette danced at the corner of his lips, a glowing punctuation mark in the quiet conversation between moon and city.
