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Not every hour is golden. Sometimes, the city bathes itself in orange—when traffic signals
echo building facades, when umbrellas blend into architectural tones, when the entire urban landscape speaks in one warm color.
A moment of chromatic harmony where foreground, subject, and background unite in a symphony of orange. The traffic light isn't a distraction— it's a conductor, orchestrating the city's monochromatic mood.
This is the orange hour. When the city becomes a painting in a single, warm palette."
