If The World Burns Down

Salty air, sand between your toes, and that very moment when the evening still clings to the sky, but already smells of the promise of night. Everything around me feels like it's burning - not from fire, but from a feeling that can't be put into words. The world might crumble, the beach might sink, the sky might split at the seams, but as long as you're here, everything's alright. Just two palms, a little music, and a gaze in which an entire planet decides not to end.