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Youth always goes all in - either shining bright until dawn or burning with a cold fire, leaving only traces of lipstick on the lips and unspoken words in the eyes. The music seems to pick up on this impulse: the wind, nights under the windows, accidental touches that turn into little rituals.

There is no place for regularity here - life flows in slow motion and fast motion at the same time. The sun hides in someone's eyes, love is born on the horizon, and the heart beats to the rhythm of pages written in invisible ink. Everything is shaky and fragile, like smoke or the morning after a sleepless night, but that is precisely why it is so precious.