03.17AM

03.17 AM At 03:17, the night changes direction. Somewhere, something has already ended. Somewhere else, something hasn't begun. The city keeps both secrets. Running from the black night. But the night doesn't follow. It stays behind, caught in windows, empty rooms and streets that lead nowhere. It's endless. Morning is still hours away. Yet for a moment, the darkness feels less permanent. 03:17 becomes 03:18. Everything looks exactly the same. It isn't. Cinematic Substep · 140 BPM