It was around one o'clock in the morning in Istanbul, and the city was alive with an energy that only the night could bring. The streets, still warm from the day’s sun, were bustling with life. Tourists, wide-eyed and mesmerized, wandered the ancient alleyways, their footsteps echoing on the cobblestones. The shimmering lights of cafes and restaurants spilled out onto the streets, blending with the golden glow of historic mosques standing tall against the night sky.

Laughter mingled with the hum of distant music, drifting from hidden corners where live bands played under the cover of night. Street vendors called out in various languages, their stalls brimming with vibrant scarves, intricate jewelry, and the sweet scent of roasted chestnuts. The air was thick with the sea breeze from the Bosphorus, carrying with it a mix of salt, spices, and the unmistakable aroma of strong Turkish coffee.

Above the chaos, the stars twinkled faintly, partially veiled by the city’s glow, as if watching over the ancient city that had witnessed countless stories unfold. Istanbul at night was a place of contrasts—where the old met the new, where the past whispered in the shadows while the present danced in the streets.

Kaan strolled through the lively streets with his bandmates, hands tucked into his jacket pockets, his head slightly bowed as he moved quietly among the crowd. The sounds of the city pulsed around him, but in his mind, it was like a soft hum, a familiar backdrop that helped him find calm. He had always turned to these late-night walks when the weight of his thoughts became too much, when the demands of fame, music, and the endless cycle of interviews and performances left him feeling disconnected from himself.