VVS CARTIER

This sound of the nite, where luxury and brokenness hold hands, beats somewhere between polish and weariness. The world keeps spinning, the lights are going out, and someone is still looking for salvation in other people's eyes, as if the way out of chaos is hidden there. Diamonds sparkle not from joy, but to hide cracks, and each breath feels like a promise that is unlikely to last until morning. Love here isn't about tenderness, it's about scraped knuckles and the smell of banknotes burned to make things just a little brighter. Everything is burning too brightly, too quickly, as if someone decided to play eternity on fast forward. And yet, when the music fades, a strange warmth remains, as if even in hell you can find someone who shines brighter than all these VVS diamonds.