Amidst the hum of glowing glass and stone,She drifts where gravity is quite unknown.A sea of cobalt, rich and deep and wide,Carries her on a slow and silent tide.Between the towers, blossoms start to bloom,Bright orange lanterns in the urban gloom.They reach for her like stars upon the street,While empires shimmer underneath her feet.The world below is rushing, loud and fast,But here, the moment is designed to last.A dream suspended in the city's light,The gentle weightless daughter of the night.