Concrete Puls
CONCRETE PULS The city is still awake. Empty streets pass beneath cold lights. Concrete walls disappear into the darkness, while a distant pulse moves through the ground. Nothing seems to happen. Still, everything is moving. Reflections slide across wet asphalt. Buildings stand silent above the streets. And somewhere beneath the concrete, the city keeps breathing. Cinematic Substep · 140 BPM
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