It Feels Good To Be Back

The heavy scent of exhaust fumes, the distant hum of engines, and the rhythmic footsteps of thousands moving at once.

A city. A modern one.

The streets were alive with movement. Cars honked impatiently, bumper to bumper in the early morning rush. Buses rumbled past, packed with passengers either lost in their phones or staring blankly out the window, already exhausted before the day had even begun. Motorcycles weaved through traffic, their riders in a hurry, cutting between vehicles with a reckless confidence that came from doing it every day.