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The city buzzes like a nervous wire, and under the skin - electricity. The air smells of cheap cigarettes, synthetics, and some kind of desperate youth, where the night is longer than life, and the colors are too bright to be real. Everything spins, pulsates, dissolves - pills, music, friends, sanity.

The world becomes soft as cotton wool and vicious as a hammer. Someone laughs too loudly, someone falls to the floor, someone just wants to feel something. It's all like a game, but the stakes are real. As long as you're alive, you move. As long as you move, you're alive.