AEAO

It seems like the soundtrack to growing up that no one asked for. Here, the noise of the city is mixed with heavy breathing, then dreams that have not yet faded from the mind. Everything is a little tired, but still alive - like a heart that doesn't give up simply because it doesn't know how to do otherwise. Mistakes, fatigue, doubts - everything comes together in one stubborn rhythm, where it's not important to win, but simply not to stop. And somewhere in the middle of this concrete hustle and bustle, a tiny thing suddenly sprouts - hope, stubborn like grass between slabs.