Untitled (How Does It Feel)

The air moves slowly, as if the room is breathing in time with the rhythm. The light is dimmed, time slips away second by second, and even the heart seems like a bass line. There is no rush here - only a pull, thick and confident, like a gaze you don't want to look away from.

The music envelops you like silk, and everything turns into a touch - not on the body, but on the nerves. The words flow softly, like a promise that no one says out loud, but both understand. This is the moment when the world narrows down to two, and the only question that makes sense is, “How does it feel?”