GW BLOCK

The alarm clock went off again in the morning, and this strange race against time began. Tick-tock, tick-tock, as if life were not an endless drama, but a quest where the next level brings a new dream, a new aspiration, a new attempt not to burn out at the start. Everything seems to be moving, clicking, rumbling, and inside, confidence quietly grows: not chill, but beast, not swimming, but flying.

The sound is as if it were assembled from seconds and breaths - mechanical and alive at the same time. Against this backdrop, reality limps along, where “stay low” is no longer about caution, but about how to survive between deadlines and inspiration. And suddenly, amid the rhythmic “tick tock,” a peaceful mantra emerges - “peace, salamkum” - as if someone reminded you: even the most frantic race has a pause where you can just exist.