[Intro:] [Soft synth drones, warm and hazy like late sun] [Cicadas pulse faintly, distant hum of the city fades in and out] [Verse 1:] a single inflatable ring drifts slowly across the water casting soft shadows that do not match its shape the hum of cicadas rises like static from another world pressing against the edges of memory and evaporating in the heat you sit or maybe you never left or maybe you were never really there staring at the silent surface of the pool as though something just slipped beneath it but the water has no answers and the sky just watches heavy and unmoved
