Orula

A world where mysticism and streets intertwine like smoke and headlights. Here, conversations with gods are heard not in temples, but in the mind - to the beat, through the wheezing, between the lines. Destiny is written not in books, but in verses, and faith - not in the cross, but in one's own decisions. Everything that happens is like a dream in which the boundaries between good and audacity have long been blurred. And if the universe gives a recipe, there is definitely a line that says, “Be strong, even when you are not a saint.”