Anton exhaled, a shaky, relieved breath. He hadn't just downloaded a file; he had found a companion for his solitude. He clicked "repeat," and as the familiar first note trembled again, he felt lighter.
His mouse hovered over dozens of links. He clicked on a low-fi, independent site, drawn to a simple, black-and-white album cover—a lone piano key illuminated in the dark. The file was small, old, and titled simply: "Prelude for the Lost." skachat dushevnuiu melodiiu do slez
The song ended with a long, slow fading chord that left behind a profound silence—not the heavy, painful silence from before, but a peaceful one. Anton exhaled, a shaky, relieved breath
