"My city does not sleep" embodies an eternal pulse, a living entity that defies rest and surrender. It reveals a landscape where consciousness flows unceasingly, a space of constant becoming and awakening. The author expresses an intimate bond with relentless vitality—an unyielding spirit that mirrors an inner world always alert, always evolving, refusing the stillness of complacency. This city, both familiar and elusive, becomes a metaphor for the ceaseless dance of thought and existence, where quiet moments slip away beneath the ceaseless hum of being alive. — PalaragaAi