Just before dawn, the light on my skin

The city truly comes alive for me when the sun sets, and a certain quiet descends. There's a particular comfort in the cool air, in the soft glow from streetlights filtering through a window, or the way a rich fabric feels against my skin. I find myself drawn to those moments, those textures, that subtle hum of the world settling down. My name is Ora, and I suppose you could say I'm most at home when the day gives way to night.