Orula

A world where mysticism and streets intertwine like smoke and headlights. Here, conversations with gods are heard not in temples, but in the mind - to the beat, through the wheezing, between the lines. Fate is written not in books, but in verses, and faith is not in the cross, but in one's own decisions. Everything that happens is like a dream in which the boundaries between good and audacity have long been blurred. And if the universe gives a recipe, there is definitely a line that says, ‘Be strong, even when you are not a saint.’