In the urban night, when worldly life grows weary, the walls carry the messages of the echoes that resonate. The footsteps of a passerby, the melody of a piano, then nothing more, and silence once again puts on its thick mantle. The streets follow one another, and rain joins the lull. Down below, beyond a bridge, cars leave luminous traces in their wake. Out of time, everywhere in the world and nowhere at once, the path continues through the meanders of cities at dark hours. A dull sound in an alley, and a shadow bending beneath the lighting of a hangar. Closer, a dehumanized perspective presents itself, and in the distance a familiar air carries the high notes of a piano, in a new recital. From these tones, the intoxicated mind drinks deeply, and from their trail a path appears. A neoclassical building reveals itself, and its bluish aura softens the night. Beyond its guardian columns, in the hollow of an arch, a transformed pianist. A married couple make their final vows, while solitary souls wander on either side. One last movement of fingers across the keyboard, and the train passes once again, brief and fleeting. Outside, the scenes unfold, and each passing minute carries away these nocturnal actors, frozen in their own slowness. The city has a thousand and one faces when the euphoria of the crowd fades, and each of its faces has a story to tell.