Dreamflasher

A hollow, almost hypnotic mantra, where the word ‘heat’ becomes a spell. At first, it seems like a simple repetition, but with every passing minute, the heat intensifies, spreading across the skin like summer asphalt under the sun. Shadows become weapons, secrets become fuel, and the mind seems to surrender because logic is unnecessary here. Everything dissolves into the pulse, into the rhythm, into this sticky, viscous heat that people both hide from and seek out at the same time.