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One quiet morning, before the city had fully awakened, Luka sat by the small kitchen table with a cup of coffee in his hands.

The light outside was still pale, slowly spreading across the rooftops and empty streets below his apartment window.

From somewhere in the distance came the sound of a bus starting its route, followed by the quiet rhythm of footsteps on the pavement.

Luka opened his notebook and looked at the page he had left unfinished the night before.

Several sentences had been written, but none of them seemed quite right.

He tapped the pen gently against the paper, thinking about how often ideas appeared when he least expected them.

Sometimes they arrived in the middle of the night.

Sometimes while walking through the park.

But rarely when he actually sat down to write.

Still, the calm of the early morning gave him hope that something new might appear.