A strawberry with a bite taken out, hanging delicately at the fingertips, tempting and dripping with sweetness. In a dimly lit room, the only light comes from the screen, where messages await eagerly to be read. A half-drawn journal lies nearby, with satin-ribboned curtains framing the window, revealing nothing but gray concrete and flickering LEDs beyond. A hazy reverie swirls, swallowing black and purple juices through layers of mist, pierced by the moon’s blade. In that instant, light radiates from the darkness, splashing forth and soaking into our bodies, as warm moisture rises, only to evaporate and disappear into the air. This album attempts to materialize dreams and emotions, narrating midnight fantasies and everyday scenes. It’s a mind heated by overwhelming desire, a dizzy drift through a whirlpool, a cry still resonating softly in the silence. Is it an inevitable ending or a bottomless void? Whether there is hope or none at all, the power of residual hope bursts forth.