Polaris by night was… breathtaking.
If the city had felt like a dream during the day, it was pure magic now. The streets glowed with a soft blue light — not from lanterns, but from crystals embedded in the stone walls and walkways. They pulsed gently, like the city itself was alive with starpower, breathing in time with the stars above. Music drifted through open windows, the distant sound of violins mingling with laughter and the murmur of water flowing through the canal.
Everywhere I looked, light danced — along rooftops, across bridges, glinting off the glass of windows. The air was crisp and smelled faintly of night-blooming flowers. I stopped halfway across one of the bridges, leaning against the railing to stare out over the river. Its surface shimmered silver, reflecting the const
