Inside Taipei City Hall, a narrow service corridor holds one vertical window—a rare frame onto the sky for those who work here. As a civil servant, my days unfold mostly indoors, between meetings and paperwork. This sliver of light became a quiet ritual: a place to pause and breathe while the city carries on outside. A cup of tea, warmed by afternoon sun, marks the only trace of someone passing through. The series moves from empty light to human presence—stillness found inside a bureaucratic day.