A quiet drag from somewhere behind, like the past has unfinished business. A moment suspended Time Ahead & Standby caught between where you've been and where you're headed. Mostly static, then a brief moment where everything clicks. Then the voice shows up. Familiar enough to trust. Dangerous enough not to. Out by the still waters of Atitlan, watching the surface hold everything and nothing at once, it becomes clear some things aren't meant to be solved. Just seen. You can look, just don't linger. What's left is lighter funked out, a little crooked, still moving.