YZ

A hollow rhythm, like a motorcycle engine on a nighttime highway: roaring, snorting, and racing ahead without looking back. Here, it's all about movement - smoke, adrenaline, brief flashes of passion, and the glint of banknotes in strangers' eyes. A world where every phrase sounds like a warning, but for some reason, you want to nod your head and sing along.

There is also a slight smirk in this atmosphere - as if life itself is playing a game of “who can outrun whom,” and no one has read the rules anyway. The noise of the streets, the beating of the heart, and the dangerous feeling of freedom with a hint of risk.