In the heart of the city, time plants roots of stone. The streets absorb breaths and transform them into promises. Measure dreams, not hours, with a sap of colors. Every building is a ring that holds silence and waiting. Footsteps have roots sinking into the warm concrete. The subway is a river that brings dreams to sprout. Time does not run, it measures dreams blooming in the dark. And the city, strong, lets roots grow until the heart.