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Sometimes, the only solace they can find is in the soothing rhythm of drizzling rain. As your heart feels heavy, drift yourself to the calming melody of lo-fi beats. It's a perfect soundtrack for contemplation as we strive to stitch together the pieces. Picture yourself curled up on a rainy day, covered in a warm blanket. A steaming mug of tea

The city's/town's/metropolis' lights danced/twirled/sparkled like a thousand stars/fireflies/gemstones, casting an ethereal glow on the winding/narrow/cobbled streets below. A solitary figure, dressed/clad/robed in shadowy/dark/midnight hues, walked aimlessly/purposefully/longingly through the vibrant/bustling/electric crowd, their eyes/gaze/vision