Freedom lingers between night and morning. The city's silence still echoes with music, while the air carries a mix of cigarette smoke, spring blossoms, and a fragrance that, just hours ago, touched someone's skin.
A light fatigue that doesn’t call for sleep — only deepens the feeling of presence. Somewhere inside —dizziness from everything lived through the night, and deeper — a quiet certainty: there's more to come.
 

This drop is not about the past, nor even about today. It’s about the moment between what was and is yet to be.
A black trench in parka fabric, cotton tank tops, and a black-and-white striped shirt. Wide-leg black trousers with a blue stripe, classic suit pants, and a leather blazer. Work jackets in black and khaki canvas, finished with velvet collars.
 

Scent: Smoke by Akro.
Sound: Superstar by Sonic Youth.