Night draped the city of New York in its velvet embrace, the sky dark and speckled with stars like scattered diamonds. The faint hum of traffic pulsed in the distance, a backdrop to the stillness of the moment. Ephyra stood on the balcony of her penthouse, leaning against the railing. One hand clutched a stack of papers, while the other held a glass of wine. Dressed in silk pajamas, her hair tousled, she looked anything but relaxed as her gaze drifted over the city's sprawling expanse.
She took a slow sip of wine, her eyes flicking to the papers. A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes briefly, centering herself. When she opened them, a spark of resolve replaced the weariness. Straightening her posture, she turned and stepped inside the penthouse, the night air trailing after her.
