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A hollow feeling of being awake in a dream, when thoughts intertwine into a tangle of truth, doubt, and a touch of self-irony. Everything seems serious, but the tongue stumbles mid-sentence, the meaning slips away, and the voice seems deliberately to break logic in order to free itself from it. The brain is still searching for the rational, while the body is already dancing unevenly under the neon lights, as if there were interference. There's a strange sincerity in the sound: as if the person simply stopped trying to be understood and became genuine as a result. The world is falling apart into scraps of rhymes, grenades of thoughts, and some funny misunderstandings. And between the lines, there's a weariness of the right words and a thirst to finally tell the whole truth, without filters or pretence.