The Path of Shadows

When the night is not just dark, but as if it had deliberately turned off the lights inside, this composition turns on.

Where instead of words there are ghosts. Instead of couplets there are cracks in the Universe.

This is not just a track, but a theatrical production on the verge of sleep and panic attack: there is a symphony of pain, a dance with one’s own shadow, and chaos that has long forgotten that it should have a script. But at some point, something alive suddenly breaks through the veil of doom - not light, no. More like a strange reflection. Like the reflection of the moon in a puddle after a thunderstorm. And now the darkness is not a monster, but an old fairy tale.

Sad, yes. Very alarming. But beautiful to the point of goosebumps.

And for some reason this makes it easier.