Moonlight aurified the lead-grey river beneath you, reflecting off the ripples in the gentle current.

You frequently stopped along your late night walks to simply muse at this bridge, enjoying the ephemeral silence.

Tonight, as your elbows rested atop the railing, peering over, footsteps echoed behind you, soft & trying to not alarm you.

“It’s quite late out… is everything okay?”

Sigma was justifiably concerned to find a stranger leaning over a high bridge in the middle of the night.