Rising Tension

The walls are closing, a sudden sharp attack. No place to

hide, there's no turning back. Caught in the chaos

by the anger and the heat, just the pounding footsteps on the sunlit

street. We hurry forward, through the crowds' judging eyes, just trying to

outrun their desperate cries. The path is open now,

but the damage is done. Every move we make beneath the rising

sun. Facing the camera, knowing what comes next. Testing the nerve,

putting the soul to the test.