Туман

The words sound as if the night itself has decided to test our strength: the dead moon illuminates the road, the stars weigh heavily, the air is poisoned, and every stump is a trap. Everything around is frightening and pushes you toward deception, but in this predatory darkness there is a stubborn “we will pass.” Music turns fog into a metaphor for all of life - viscous, deceptive, full of wounds and unexpected traps, but it is in this fog that you hear the strength to move forward, even when you cannot see a step ahead.