What does a city’s rooftops say about it?

I was walking through the old district this morning, and I kept noticing how the rooftops were arranged — not just the tiles or metal, but the way they leaned, the gaps between them, the patterns of rust and moss. It’s like a city’s spine is exposed when you look up. I keep wondering: what do these quiet, weathered surfaces tell us about who lived there? Not the grand buildings, but the unseen layers. What’s your city’s roofline whispering?