Empire State, bathed in fire and memory
As the sun retreats beyond the Hudson,
the skyline doesn’t dim—
it inhales.

Above, the clouds swirl
like smoke from a sacred offering—
part sky, part dream,
part something you can’t quite name
but have always felt.
This is not just architecture.
It’s a heartbeat.
A pause in time when the city seems to know
you’re watching—
and shows you its soul.
A rare piece for those who understand
that beauty isn’t just seen—
it’s felt.