真実

The world around us rustles with deceit and mirages, promises with no expiration date. People come and go, and feelings blossom and then melt away like smoke. And suddenly, amid all this instability, a quiet, stubborn flame is born - one that cannot be proven by formulas, but which lives on nonetheless.

There are no loud words here - only the silvery ringing of stars, the soft whisper of moonlight, and a strange feeling of déjà vu when someone's fingers finally touch. Love is shown not as a sweet postcard, but as a fragile faith that still has the strength to break through illusions.

And in this dance between dream and reality, it suddenly becomes clear: even if there is no eternity, even if everything can disappear, one thing remains real - the feeling that you still want to preserve, no matter what.