City Soft Rebellion is a love letter to both nightfall and daylight. She pauses by a street-side flower stand, letting the neon’s green light spill into her gaze; she leans against a café window, idly twisting a strand of hair, as if time has chosen to linger for her alone. She is gentle, yet edged; she knows how to keep her own rhythm in the city’s restless hum. Between a glass of wine and a cup of coffee lies the territory she roams—grace as her attire, rebellion as her spine.