Space

There is a sense of fatigue here, but not a quiet one, rather one that reverberates inside, like an echo in an empty hall. The words seem to be groping their way, searching for a place where the walls no longer whisper unfamiliar names and the roads do not lead back. This is not an escape, but an attempt to break out of a circle where every memory is a thorn, and even the air is saturated with former voices.

In this music, space stretches like a cold fog, and you want to breathe it in completely - so that it becomes easier, even for a moment. This is about hope, squeezed down to a thin thread, and that strange moment when you realize that time changes, but feelings stubbornly remain. And even if there is no way out yet, there is already a step - small, but your own - towards silence.