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A restless city simmers under the blaze of streetlamps and headlines. Sirens puncture the night as barricades rise, while traffic stutters and storefronts pull their shutters early. Inside a shadowy …

Dawn breaks over a city cleaved in two—penthouse suites gleam above, while shantytowns sprawl in the shadows. The sound of distant sirens mixes with the rumble of delivery trucks threading …

Rain spatters the glass walls of a modern office tower. At street level, commuters hustle past digital billboards trumpeting corporate promises: “We Stand for Inclusion,” “Our People, Our Power.” Inside, …

Somewhere, in a city dimmed by faded ambition, the last lights of a failing business blink in a dust-laced office. The paint peels. The carpet is threadbare. An old clock …

Night falls over a city shaped by smokestacks and glass. Skyscrapers shimmer, but the hum on the streets feels nervous, not celebratory. In the neon glow, a factory manager stands …

Monsoon clouds crawl across the skyline of a city once carved from hardship. Steam rises from market stalls in the predawn light, mingling with the sharp scent of ambition and …

Fog drapes the avenues of the capital as a convoy of black cars slides toward a stately building humming with anticipation. Inside, ministers and advisors shuffle papers thick with clauses …

Outside the city’s glass towers, a river of protest moves through the rain-slick streets. Neon signs flash slogans alongside hashtags, umbrellas bob in the crowd, chants rebound off walls polished …

Beneath the cold hum of a fluorescent-lit office, midnight stretches thin. Crumpled printouts litter the floor. A projector blinks, casting ghostly slides across the faces of executives frozen in a …

Rain pelts the glass of a high-rise window somewhere above a neon city. Inside, executives gather around a walnut table, each face caught between shadows and glowing phone screens. They’re …