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

A gentle pitter-patter against the pane is the only noise that disrupts the quiet of the evening. The streetlights cast a soft hue upon the slick asphalt, warping familiar structures into something otherworldly. Each raindrop that hits a filament of light sparkles, creating a countless tiny spectacles. The air hums with the soft murmur of the rain,