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Footsteps on hot asphalt always sound louder when you have your own battery inside you - one that doesn't run out even after a hundred falls. Here, the rhymes smell of the street and sweat, but instead of heaviness, there is a light bravado: as if the whole world was trying to hold back, but only managed to accelerate.

The phases change like the moon outside the minibus window: sometimes dark, sometimes light, sometimes eternally ‘almost.’ But every time it comes out again and again - loud, with faith, with an unshakeable ‘I told you so.’ Music where fatigue hides behind the beat, and victory repeats itself until it ceases to be a coincidence and becomes character.