Stillness has a shape

Modern day. Your city is noisy, ordinary, and kind of forgettable. Schools, buses, phones, lunch lines. Everyone's rushing through life, missing the quiet details. But somewhere underneath all of it, magic breathes—unspoken, unannounced, unrecognized. It hides in things that shouldn’t be magical but are: the rhythm of traffic lights, the echo in stairwells, the exact moment a hallway goes empty. Magic isn't flashy here. It's subtle. Curious. It flickers in the timing, in the silences, in the way things line up just right if you're paying attention.