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Horizon / Synthwave Track

I saw your city from the far side of the glass, all sodium halos and the hush before the crash. Streetlights float like embers in a vacuum-black parade, and every clock you ever trusted skips a beat and fades. Hold your breath— hear the low-end pull. A quiet kind of gravity that swallows what you call “beautiful.” On the horizon, it’s burning orange, burning slow, a ring of fire where the good things go. If you lean in, you don’t come back the same— you lose your name, you lose your frame. On the horizon, it’s singing under my skin, that bassline gravity, letting me in. No heaven, no warning, no hand to hold— just heat and light and a hunger cold. I keep my prayers in the sub-bass and the smoke, in the spaces where the speakers feel like something broke. There’s a pulse behind the silence, like a mouth behind a mask, and it knows the weight of every secret that you never asked. Take one step— watch the world unspool. All the bright, familiar rules turn to ash in something cruel. On the horizon, it’s burning orange, burning slow, a ring of fire where the good things go. If you lean in, you don’t come back the same— you lose your name, you lose your frame. On the horizon, it’s singing under my skin, that bassline gravity, letting me in. No heaven, no warning, no hand to hold— just heat and light and a hunger cold. I don’t need saving— I need the fall. Let the shadows teach me how to want it all. I watch my memories stretch into thin red threads, and the dark keeps humming like a god inside my head. On the horizon, it’s burning orange, burning slow, a ring of fire where the good things go. If you lean in, you don’t come back the same— you lose your name, you lose your frame. On the horizon, it’s singing under my skin, that bassline gravity, letting me in. No heaven, no warning, no hand to hold— just heat and light… and a hunger cold.