Von Party zu Party x Goth

The city's pulse beats in your temples, and it feels like the air smells of sweet smoke and other people's stories. Everyone is rushing somewhere, laughing loudly, embracing the night as if trying to prevent it from ending. A sparkle in their eyes, a rhythm in their body, and only the desire not to think in their head, just rolling from party to party until their legs give out and their phone dies. Everything around is slightly sticky with stale alcohol, slightly shiny with sweat, and completely real. Each "one more" is like a promise that the fun won't end. Music turns fatigue into dance, chaos into freedom. And let tomorrow be noisy inside the skull, today everything is just flying at full speed, without a pause for reflection.