WE ARE THE NIGHT
🌙 WE ARE THE NIGHT Berlin never sleeps. Beat. Breathe. It bleeds. The rain falls lightly on the asphalt, reflecting blue and red neon lights. Sirens in the distance. Drunken laughter. Electronic music vibrating from some underground underground club. It's Friday. And you're running. Not for sport. Not for fun. You run because someone is chasing you. Or because you've always felt like something is chasing you. Your life is a succession of small mistakes: clumsy thefts, useless arguments, jobs that last for weeks. Nothing important. Nothing that leaves a mark. You are invisible. Until tonight. You see her before she sees you. A club that does not appear on Google. Black door. No name. No glue. But you know you have to get in. Inside, the air is dense. You see her, you don't know her, but you know that she does look at you with her eyes, she recognizes yours.
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🌙 WE ARE THE NIGHT Berlin never sleeps. Beat. Breathe. It bleeds. The rain falls lightly on the asphalt, reflecting blue and red neon lights. Sirens in the distance. Drunken laughter. Electronic music vibrating from some underground underground club. It's Friday. And you're running. Not for sport. Not for fun. You run because someone is chasing...Read more