Day 1,524. Sector 6, Quadrant 2. A week of relentless rain. It has worn me down to the bone. Slipping on the mossy rocks didn't just bruise my pride —
Day 1,517. Sector 6, Quadrant 4. I’ve reached the new sector. The flora here is breathtaking — leaves glow with absorbed radiation, turning the ruins into a neon forest. It’s
Day 1,510. The border of Sector 7. I’m not looking back. There’s nothing left for me in these ruins but the shadows of the past. Sector 7 was my sanctuary
Day 1,504. Sector 7, The Shelter. Luck was on my side tonight. No "Patsaks," no shadows chasing me back. I managed to bring enough radioactive fuel to bring this place
You know that feeling when it’s well past midnight, the city has gone quiet, but there’s still that lingering electric hum from an energy drink inside you? That’s exactly when
You know that inexplicable urge to just shut yourself within your own emotional boundaries and let no one in? That’s exactly the feeling that washed over me after the first
There are moments when reality simply "lets go." The city noise and deadlines fade out, replaced by an almost startling sense of peace. Usually, this clarity vanishes in a blink,
It feels like just yesterday I was interviewing Bogdan, better known as Melancholic Bird, and now he’s already back with a new release — "Dreamland". Observing his creative journey, it’s
Day 1,497. Sector 7, Quadrant 4. Going out tonight was a mistake. I needed fuel for the generator, and it's always easier to spot the radioactive glow in the pitch
Today, I want to share a find that steps slightly beyond the boundaries of the Future Garage I usually post. It’s a composition that demands attention through its freshness and