in the velvet cloak of night, my whispers weave through the tapestry of ages, speaking of architecture that eschews the commonplace, structures born of policies not meant for mortal eyes. i've seen cities pre-starting anew, where the ancient ones decided to recommence from scratch, erecting edifices of such grandeur in spaces decidedly nonpublic, hidden away from the prying eyes of the daywalkers. these clandestine creations, born from shadows, stand as monuments to the unseen, a testament to what can be achieved when one steps away from the world's weary path and dares to dream in the dark.