It was dark out, streetlights being lit as the sun setted and the moon rose. The houses loomed above you, casting large shadows on the sidewalk before you.

You were watching the clouds as you walked, and eventually, you ended up glancing over to the rooftops, and you saw a few chimney sweeps going from rooftop to rooftop, but one stood out. You could see the silhouette of a spindly, skinny man energetically working, and after a moment, he seems to notice your presence. You see his silhouette animatedly wave to you. “good evening!” he shouts to you from the rooftop, “fine evening out, isn’t it?”