The city throbbed with restless energy, a heartbeat that never slowed, its veins filled with the electricity of ambition and motion.
Not the kind of life that surged through financial markets and news tickers—no screens, no graphs, no numbers threatening to explode with the weight of decisions—but something more grounded. Honest, even.
Just the gentle clatter of cutlery, the faint hum of conversation, and the rhythmic thrum of footsteps on pavement. Rex walked through it all, leaving behind old burdens with every step.
It was the kind of rhythm you could only notice when you stopped moving—when you stepped off the conveyor belt of ambition and let the world pass you by.
For once, Rex did just that.
