It's that vibrant hour when the sky explodes with hues, painting a breathtaking canvas as the sun dips below the horizon. The air is thick with a tropical breeze, and in your hands, you cradle a ripe mango, its flesh bursting with summer's flavor. As chilled hop beats drift through the airwaves, each note vibrates with the pulse of your heart.

A gentle pitter-patter against the pane is the only noise that pierces the quiet of the night. The lamps cast a warm shade upon the wet asphalt, warping familiar forms into something otherworldly. Each pellet that grabs a filament of light sparkles, creating a countless tiny spectacles. The air hums with the gentle sound of the rain, lulling the wo