Rusałka (Pod lustrem srebrnej fali)

The world beneath the water's surface is deceptively calm. It seems like this is it – the silence, cool and transparent, but listen closely, and a whisper comes from the depths. Voices dragging behind like seaweed on ankles. Once they braided their hair, dreamed of sunshine and weddings; now they only dance among the lilies and call out to those who dare to look too long. There's a beauty in this singing that gives you goosebumps, and a tenderness that makes you want to take a step toward the water just to understand what comes next. The music is like a lullaby for the mind: a touch of romance, a pinch of fear, and suddenly it becomes clear - love and death are actually very similar.