The night wrapped around him like a soft blanket, cool and quiet. A gentle breeze stirred the trees, their rustling leaves whispering secrets to the dark. Ishaan walked down the empty street, hands buried in his pockets, his footsteps light on the pavement. The sky above threatened rain, thick clouds looming—but he welcomed it. Rain had always felt like poetry to him. He glanced up at the full moon, its silver glow casting a soft light over everything. A small smile tugged at his lips as he lazily kicked a pebble ahead, chasing it with each step. His heart felt oddly full—peaceful, like a song waiting to be written.

He was completely lost in his world.