It's 3AM. Skytree in the Storm. The Railroad Crossing Won't Open.

The crossing gate is down. No train is coming. Rain falls hard against the streetlight, each drop catching the orange glow before it hits the flooded road. In the distance, Skytree glows blue through the storm — the only steady thing in the city tonight. You should be asleep. But something about the rain, the empty crossing, the quiet hum of electricity keeps you here. Just a little longer.