All Alone

It was as if the room had emptied, but suddenly something alive sounded in the silence - hollow, viscous, echoing off the concrete walls. The music seemed to breathe on its own: heavily, slowly, like a person who had not slept all night and was now simply listening to their heartbeat. In this rhythm, there was a little loneliness, a little madness, and a strange beauty, like the lights of the city reflected in a puddle after the rain. Everything crackles, hisses, shimmers, but does not collapse - on the contrary, it gathers into a new calm. And it seems that even if you are left alone, you can still dance - quietly, in place, so as not to scare away your own shadow.