it’s 4 a.m. in legend valley. the prehistoric dust has settled into your lungs and the vibration of the paradox is still humming in your bones.
someone is finishing a set that changed your dna. the lasers are cutting through the fog like prehistoric predators. in that moment, you aren't a person with a job or a schedule, you’re just a part of the frequency.
this hat is for the ones who stayed till the silent disco ended. for the ones who found their soul at the bottom of a limestone pit and never really wanted to climb back out.
