pure

At first, it seems like just darkness and poetry on the verge of sleep. But the longer you listen, the clearer it becomes: this is a song about how beautifully everything that once seemed eternal crumbles. About tenderness stuck in the mud of reality, and light that is too fragile to survive under the weight of its own hopes.

Each line seems to whisper through water - about internal catastrophes that happen quietly, without witnesses. And that makes it especially painful. In this world, where we build only to destroy again, there is a tired, almost tender admission: there was fire, but now it sleeps under layers of ash.