a dark and stormy night

On a dark and stormy night, the city breathes secrets beneath a rain-soaked sky. Under the flicker of a lonely streetlamp, a jackal in trench coat and fedora waits:half shadow, half legend, eyes sharp with cunning and melancholy. His paws rest in deep pockets, tail curled against the cold, while puddles shimmer in the golden pool of lamplight. The rain falls in silver needles, tracing every rooftop, every memory, and painting the cobblestones with longing. Behind him, windows glow with untold stories, and the night leans in, listening for footsteps and whispered clues. Is he a detective, a dreamer, or a phantom hunting answers in the mist? Each drop adds to the riddle, every shadow deepens the tale. In this film noir world, mystery and solitude entwine, inviting us to linger just a little longer. Beneath the lamp’s yellow halo,🕵️‍♂️🌧️✨ I am enchanted by the bittersweet poetry of his presence:a quiet invitation to lose oneself in the rain and the romance of the unknown.