Story 166: The Guitarist on the Edge
In the heart of the bustling city, where the lights never dimmed and the noise never ceased, there was a young man named Leo. Leo was a dreamer, a musician, and a soul searching for solace in the chaos of urban life. Every night, he would climb to the rooftop of the tallest building in the city, his guitar slung over his shoulder, seeking a moment of peace under the vast night sky.
One particular night, the city seemed more alive than ever. The streets below were filled with the hum of cars and the chatter of people, but up on the rooftop, it was just Leo, his guitar, and the moon. The moon hung low and large, casting a silver glow over the cityscape, making the buildings look like they were dipped in liquid light.