SIFPK-10

The city breathes in silence. No sound. No motion. Vehicles float like dormant embers on cold asphalt. You do not control — you speak in light. With one continuous stroke, you write a sentence across the grid: a syntax of direction, timing, and color. Blue car reads its clause. Yellow follows its phrase. If the sentence loops, it confuses — collision. If a clause is broken, silence returns. The city only listens once. No edits. No second breath. Just one luminous statement. And when all reach their mark? The skyline glows. Order restored.