6:15

At 6:15, Wurzburg awakens in a hush of mist and soft light. The crescent moon still lingers in the indigo sky as warm streetlamps illuminate the cobblestone road, their glow diffused by the morning fog. A lone cat moves with quiet purpose across the empty street, while a distant figure walks along the sidewalk. The buildings stand silent, their windows glowing with the quiet warmth of early life. This is the city’s breath before the day fully stirs — a moment suspended between night and morning, where light and shadow blend in quiet harmony.