Earth (Dradada)

Somewhere between the city's pulse and the beating of your own heart, this feeling is born - as if the air itself is vibrating with heat, and time suddenly becomes viscous, almost physical. The world seems to have overheated, and now everything living is surfacing: fears, memories, love, the law that no one wrote, but everyone somehow follows. There are no loud pronouncements here - just movement from within, like a tide that doesn't ask for permission. Everything is melted and honest, as if someone has peeled off the protective film from reality. And amidst this heat, a strange calm resonates: to live, to burn, to repeat thru generations, thus becoming the "warmth" that never fades, even when the light has long gone.