Arcadia

The light doesn't go out immediately - first it dims, spreads across the corners, and then all that remains is dust, cold air, and silence. In this silence are memories that until recently shone brightly, but now resemble shards of glass: beautiful, but cutting. And yet, somewhere between the pain and fatigue, a faint tremor appears - like the first warm wind after a long winter.

This is not drama for drama's sake. This is not an escape backward, but forward: to a place where you can finally breathe, where Arcadia is not a myth, but a point on the map inside yourself. The music carries you like a night road outside the city: cold but honest, dark but with a direction in that darkness. Exhaustion does not cancel out movement, but makes it real - and that is what makes this track so captivating.