NINAO

A dream on the edge of reality, where reality dissolves into the noise of beats and half-layers of memories. Here, words sound like echoes of past mistakes - a little regret, a little bravado, and all of it covered by a thick veil of night. The music seems to move through smoke and neon, while the heart searches for a rhythm in which to stay alive. In every sound, there is a stubborn attempt not to remember, but simply to float forward, even if it is by touch. It turns out beautifully in its own way: a little lost, a little heroic, like those who have long since stopped waiting for the light, but still walk towards it.