At every intersection, the lights bloom with human feeling—amber with hesitation, red with fury, green with reckless joy. The city crosses in pulses of trembling glow, as if the roads themselves are learning how to love, fear, and forgive. One glance upward, and the whole avenue changes its mood.
When the streets begin to feel
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