Cable Box

It smells of fatigue and victory simultaneously - like cheap coffee early in the morning after a sleepless night, when you feel like you survived, but at what cost? Here, every beat sounds like a breath of air between panic and the confidence that you've finally pulled yourself out of the swamp. Money has appeared, fame is looming somewhere nearby, but the pain is still closer. His voice held a tired boast and a quiet bewilderment, like someone who had proven everything to himself but somehow didn't feel any lighter. The world is spinning around, but he's frozen in time, with a pulse ticking like an old clock - until it stops.