The breath of the city, asleep, grows thin. Through steel pipes, it gathers the echo of dreams. Every beat of iron whispers a sweet memory. The streets, quiet, become eyelids that breathe. The echo ignites, trembling like light in the dark. Dreams, intertwined, dance among steel reflections. The city, returned to fragility, keeps the desires. At the rising of dawn, it breathes still, ready to draw breath again.