Last Living Souls

Sometimes it seems that everything around us has long since turned into digital reflections - moving, talking, laughing, but as if on autopilot. And inside, there is an empty waiting room where the echoes of one's own thoughts play. This track sounds exactly like that: from the border between reality and simulation, where the question “are we still alive?” sounds not tragic, but almost mundane.

Everything trembles in a slow, rhythmic pulsation, like a lamp in the basement that can't decide whether to burn or go out. The music doesn't demand an answer, it just reminds us: as long as it plays, it's alive. Even if it's on autopilot.