Welcome To The Meadows

Like a muffled dream on the border between sleep and reality - either a lobby with warm light or a meadow with cherries and fog. Inside, there is a slight aching feeling: something important is leaving, but it does not break off, it dissolves gently, leaving a trace behind. Each repetition of the phrases is a reminder: everything moves, everything ends, and sooner or later everyone closes the door behind them.

But amid this slipping away, there is a strange consolation - as if the stars and the grass become a common meeting point, even when bodies diverge in different directions. The music makes the farewell not cold, but enveloping: it contains loss, tenderness, and that rare calmness when you realize that parting is not necessarily an enemy, sometimes it is just another way home.