Ostatni Taniec

The city breathes concrete and bravado. Here, no one waits for applause - they simply survive beautifully, to the rhythm of gunshots, blocks, and counting days. Everything is built on stubbornness: brick by brick, verse by verse. Between anger and self-belief lies a thin layer of dust from a dream that has not yet been wiped off their trainers. The world has gone mad, but inside there remains a strange calm: because even if everything collapses, with your own people there will always be a stage, a glass and a reason to raise it to what you have achieved. The last dance sounds loud - not about saying goodbye, but about proving that you have survived, despite all this concrete.