Ring the Night, Future Sound

Night leans against the windows. Ancient breath in the air. Bells are whispering

secrets only winter would dare. Under ice, the pulse is

waiting. Quiet, sharp, and slow. Time bends then

starts to fracture when the rhythm says go. Hear the heart beneath the snow.

Feel it moving down below. Even silence learns to run. When the breakbeats

come undone. Ring the night, let it roll through the dark, through the soul.

Winter breaks, sparks collide. Hear the bells in overdrive. Ring the night,

don't be still. Let the cold remember feel. Ancient call, future sound.