55.

Musical miracles. Sparkling silhouettes, ominous in a deserted arch. So many lies. O, the Thrill of watching fires devour ticket stubs and mute your smell of cigarette smoke. I wonder, will you notice? That, today, it's just me and a shattered sky.

An unending night. Dreamless sleep. Gaping love holes in a Mughal Emperor's Twilight.