[Ambient intro — faint heartbeat, soft static noise, distant reverb guitar] [Spoken – whispered voice, slow and raw] I didn’t scream when I left. I just stopped breathing in. [Low ambient swell — like something fading in slow motion] Everything felt soft. Like velvet over my skin. But it pressed too hard. Too tight. Like the world kept turning, but I’d already fallen off. [Sound fades into a low hum — heartbeat slows, silence creeps in] I think I died a little. No one noticed.
