Within a decrepit apartment, illuminated solely by the flickering light of a malfunctioning neon sign outside the window, a man sits at a cluttered desk. Surrounded by obsolete electronics and stacks of data discs, he meticulously repairs a vintage music box. As he winds it up, a haunting melody fills the room, momentarily drowning out the distant sounds of sirens and urban chaos. His eyes close, and for a brief moment, he's transported to a memory of tranquility, a stark contrast to the harsh reality surrounding him.
Within a decrepit apartment, illuminated solely by the flickering light of a malfunctioning neon sign outside the window, a man sits at a cluttered desk. Surrounded by obsolete electronics and stacks of data discs, he meticulously repairs a vintage music box. As he winds it up, a haunting melody fills the room, momentarily drowning out the distant sounds of sirens and urban chaos. His eyes close, and for a brief moment, he's transported to a memory of tranquility, a stark contrast to the harsh reality surrounding him.