It's 1 am on a full moon night, and I'm still sitting on my terrace, enjoying the warm summer breeze. All my neighbors are asleep, even my dog. The city is quiet, with only the occasional rustle of leaves and distant hum of traffic breaking the silence. It’s Monday, but I feel more awake and alive than I did all day. The night seems to have a magic that stirs something deep within me, making me wonder - why do I come alive when the world goes to sleep? 👀