In my writing: The Unknown TravelerOn a moonlit night, four friends gathered on the outskirts of the city, in a small café perched above the quiet streets. The soft glow of lanterns cast warm reflections on the wooden tables, while the distant hum of the city mingled with the gentle rustle of leaves.As they sipped their drinks, an air of mystery hung between them, unspoken questions lingering in their eyes. Each carried stories of journeys unknown, secrets whispered only to the night, and dreams that felt just out of reach. The café seemed like a threshold between the familiar and the unknown, a place where reality blurred with imagination.They spoke in hushed tones, laughter punctuating the pauses, yet beneath it all was a shared sense of anticipation—something was about to unfold, though none could say exactly what. Shadows danced along the walls, mirroring the flickers of curiosity and fear in their hearts. And outside, the moon watched silently, a silent witness to the beginning of a night that none would ever forget