The soft hum of the ceiling fan filled the otherwise quiet room, stirring the faint scent of coffee that lingered on the desk. Outside the window, the streetlights flickered as if undecided whether to fight the darkness or surrender to it completely. A half-open notebook lay scattered with half-formed ideas, some crossing into nonsense, others brushing against brilliance. It was one of those moments where time seemed to pause, caught between stillness and the quiet anticipation of something about to begin.
