It was supposed to be just another day.

Lukas woke early, barely rested. The sky outside was pale and cold, the kind of morning that didn’t ask much from you. He made a cup of coffee, drank it in silence, and stared out the window like the answers might be hidden in the clouds.

By late morning, he was at the studio. The first hour passed in a blur-emails, scheduling, minor tasks that felt dull and mechanical. The kind of things that came with music but weren’t music.

Eventually, he opened his journal and sat by the window.

The studio was quiet.. only rain drops and leaves falling was heard from outside..

He played a few chords on his guitar

Almost on cue, Emilija stepped in.

“You’re already here? Did you even eat?” she asked, dropping her bag.

“Coffee counts,” Lukas mumbled.