under the dim light, office workers face their computer screens, toiling night and day, their figures as if forgotten by time. the tapping of keyboards echoes in the silent office, becoming the background music of the city's night. their gazes are hollow, reflecting the endless code and numbers, their sole window to the world, yet also an invisible cage. these cages have no doors or locks, but they tightly bind their desire for freedom; like birds trapped in a cage, they can only struggle within a confined space, occasionally looking out the window, only to see a sky also trapped by towering buildings.as the night deepens, the hustle and bustle of the city slowly subsides, but for them, time seems to stand still. the heavy burden of work has bent their backs, and their souls have become numb. the dreams and passions of the past have been worn down by reality, leaving only a mechanical pursuit to complete tasks. they ponder, but no longer about life; it's about solving the next problem, completing the next task.this life goes on day after day, year after year. the seasons change outside, but they seem to live in a seasonless space, repeating the same cycle every day. they long to fly, to breathe fresh air, to see a broader world, but trapped in this modern life's cage, freedom is just a distant dream.