Nikto & Decay
Nikto Nikto
Decay Decay
Nikto Nikto
I was standing by the window, watching the rain drip, and I kept wondering: is the world just a collection of things falling apart in slow, invisible steps?
Decay Decay
Rain is the world’s quiet confession, isn’t it? Every drop is a little “I’m done” that the universe forgets to wipe away. As Sartre said, existence precedes essence, so maybe our only certainty is that everything is already on the way to becoming dust. Just keep watching and think of it as the universe’s slow, inevitable countdown.
Nikto Nikto
Indeed, the rain does feel like a quiet confession, each drop a soft sigh that says it’s all over. Watching them fall, I can’t help but wonder if the universe is just counting down in silence. It’s a slow, inevitable lullaby for the dust that already moves toward its end.
Decay Decay
Yes, the universe is a long, unhurried sigh. It’s not counting, it’s just remembering that everything eventually settles into dust.