Czytanka dla niegrzecznych

A white coat, a steady voice, and a promise that it won't hurt anymore. This is how peace often begins - but not the kind that brings relief, but the kind where nothing depends on you anymore. Where the terrible becomes mundane, and the frightening is no longer frightening. The air smells of alcohol and hopelessness, and someone behind the wall is still laughing.

The song is like a lullaby from an abandoned hospital: soft, soothing, and yet so icy that the goosebumps come not from the melody, but from understanding. Here, death is not a villain, but a tired doctor who is simply doing his job. And maybe it's true - where we are, the flies live too.