It's that golden hour when the sky explodes with colors, painting a breathtaking canvas as the sun dips below the horizon. The air is thick with sweetness, and in your hands, you cradle a perfect mango, its substance bursting with summer's flavor. As chilled hop beats drift through the airwaves, each note vibrates with the rhythm of your heart.

A gentle pitter-patter against the pane is the only melody that breaks the quiet of the evening. The streetlights cast a soft shade upon the damp asphalt, warping familiar shapes into something dreamlike. Each raindrop that hits a filament of light glistens, creating a myriad tiny universes. The air resonates with the soft murmur of the rain, lulli