The city below was bustling with life, but up in the sky, it was calm and serene. The flamingo couldn't help but feel a sense of peace as it gazed at the twinkling lights above. The skyscrapers reached towards the moon , their windows reflecting the stars like diamonds. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city that never slept. As the flamingo watched, a shooting star streaked across the sky, leaving a trail of light in its wake. It was a magical moment, and the flamingo felt grateful to be able to witness such beauty. In that moment, the flamingo felt like it was exactly where it was meant to be - perched high above the city, under the starry night in New York.✨🦩