In the city that never dreams,
Where shadows stretch in endless seams,
A dog with a badge walks through the night,
Chasing echoes, searching for light.
Sam, the steadfast, the loyal friend,
Whose journey seems to never end.
Yet in this city, cold and strange,
He finds his world begins to change.

For Max, the rabbit, once his guide,
Now drifts through darkness, far and wide.
A force, unknown, has altered his core,
What was once playful is lost evermore.
Laughter is distant, joy is strained,
In the city where madness has reigned.
And Sam, through alleys and rooms of fear,
Searches for something he can’t draw near.

The city whispers, twisted and slow,
Its truths concealed, its faces aglow.
What was once clear, now bends and breaks,
As time stands still and reality shakes.
Sam moves on, though his heart is torn,
For in this place, he’s left forlorn.
A friend lost, a bond grown thin,
A cruel reminder of what lies within.

Through the puzzles, the chaos, the fractured rhyme,
Sam searches for answers, but runs out of time.
In the end, it’s not the victory won,
But the understanding of what’s been undone.
For Max is no longer the one he knew,
The city has claimed what once was true.
A friendship shattered, a world undone,
In the place where nothing has begun.

Yet in the silence, Sam stands alone,
The city’s pulse, a hollow tone.
Max is there, but not the same,
A fractured echo, a ghostly name.
And Sam, though weary, finds his way,
Through the ruins of night, into the day.

The city that does not dare sleep,
Keeps its secrets buried deep.
And Sam, with his heart so worn and true,
Walks on, though he knows what he must do.
For in this world, where nothing is whole,
The end is not just the loss of soul,
But the quiet acceptance of fate's cruel sweep—
The city sleeps, though it dares not sleep.