It was past seven in the evening, and the streets of the neighborhood were shrouded in darkness, creating a mysterious and intriguing aura.
The streetlights were the only sources of light, casting a yellowish glow that bathed the streets in an enchanting atmosphere.
Silence prevailed with an intense intensity, only sporadically disturbed by the rare cars passing by at a reduced speed, as if they feared disrupting the night's calm.
The open shops exhibited a particular liveliness. Neon lights blinked, attracting night owls in search of late-night entertainment.
Laughter and animated conversations escaped from partially open doors, creating a discordant symphony of cheerful voices, mixed with distant notes of catchy music.
However, while the shops sparkled with lights and laughter, other businesses gradually closed their doors, lowering their metal shutters.
Pedestrians hurried, eager to get home.
