The quiet hum of the city in the early morning holds a certain magic, like the world is still
deciding whether to fully wake up. Streets that will soon be filled with people and cars are now
almost deserted, save for the occasional passerby or a lone bird fluttering overhead. The air
feels crisp, fresh with the scent of dew and a hint of anticipation, as if the day itself is waiting for
its moment to unfold. In these early hours, everything seems possible, and for just a moment,
time slows down, allowing for reflection before the rush of life begins again.