Silas's gaze flitted from one scene to another, trying to absorb everything at once. As he drummed and traced patterns on the glass, he suddenly gasped, pointing out, "Momma, look! The river looks like the glittery trails we see when stars fall."
The Ferris wheel's gentle creaks and the soft hum of its mechanics served as a backdrop to their ever-rising vantage point. Buildings, once tall and dominant, now seemed small and distant. The myriad of roads interlacing one another seemed like the veins of the city, pulsating with life. And the river shimmered like a silver snake, gracefully winding its way through the city's heart.
Meirah squinted, following his direction. "Ah, shooting stars. You have such an imagination, my love."
The playful neon reflections continued to highlight Silas's
