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As the audio track begins, one can hear the unmistakable sound of the wind as it rushes through the cityscape of Toronto. The gusts are strong, yet not overbearing; they carry a rhythm that seems to ebb and flow like a tide. It's a deep, resonating hum that speaks of the city's unceasing energy. Then, the wind begins to whistle. This isn't a high-pitched, unsettling whistle, but rather a gentle, melodious one. It's the kind that you might hear on a quiet night when you're all alone in your apartment, reminding you of the world outside. It's the sound of the wind finding its way under the door, seeping into the apartment, filling the space with its soft song. This isn't a harsh, biting wind. On the contrary, it seems almost soothing, like a lullaby sung by the city itself. It doesn't feel intrusive but rather brings a certain kind of comfort, a
