The shapeahifter

The city sprawled like a restless beast, its skyline a jagged array of glass and steel that pierced the smog-filled sky. The streets below pulsed with life: a chaotic symphony of blaring horns, chattering crowds, and the distant wail of sirens. Neon signs buzzed faintly, casting harsh, colorful glows on rain-slicked sidewalks, while the alleyways whispered secrets in the shadows. It was a place of contrasts—where power and desperation walked hand in hand, and where every corner held the promise of opportunity or danger. This was a city that never slept, never stopped moving, and never forgave.