monty (＾ᴥ＾)

At the intersection of a home shopping channel and the apocalypse, an advertisement for eternal love plays – but only for pets, and even after death. The voice is cheerful, promising a miracle: "Assemble the kit, add DNA, and, presto, Sparky is back with you!" Somewhere in the background, there's applause and strange excitement, as if a resurrected hamster is dancing in the studio. It's all gradually turning into noise, heat, a manic "heat, heat," as if life itself has overheated and gone haywire. And suddenly - silence. Only the echo of the mad joy that was believed in too strongly. The track is like a nightmare assembled from commercials and resurrections, where the scary part isn't the monsters, but how easily people press the "resurrect" button.