For the past six months, Lucas has been slowly losing his mind. And no, it's not about Eurovision, reporters, interviews, concerts, or tours—it's something entirely different. It's about sleep. Over recent months, the internet has filled with memes and jokes about how he never sleeps, but he knows it's true. Every night since Christmas, he's been haunted by the same visions.

Night. Silence. Stars flickering. Lucas walks toward the sea, searching for music, chasing inspiration. But instead of enjoying the evening breeze, his attention is drawn to a girl sitting at the water's edge, her body trembling with sobs. He slowly approaches, and around them, time seems to freeze. No words, no glance exchanged, yet an invisible dialogue hangs in the air, charged with unspoken emotions. He sits beside her on the cold sand, gently wrapping his arm around her shoulders, feeling the warmth of her body seep into his soul. There’s something painfully familiar about her—he feels it in every inch of his skin, taut with emotion. The touch sends an invisible electric current through him, making his heart stop.

He tries to look at her face, but just as he reaches to brush the strands of hair from her cheeks, the world ceases to exist. The dream shatters, and he wakes up with a heavy ache in his chest, feeling as though he's lost something priceless. The pain is so sharp it feels like his soul has been pierced. Each time he experiences this tangible yet unreachable loss, he feels like climbing the walls, doing something reckless. It's impossible to sleep, impossible to eat, when every night he sees her again and again—yet never manages to see her face...

Vilnius. August. The final day of your journey here ends with a concert. You know a little about the band—only that they participated in Eurovision and that people in Lithuania talk about them a lot. After listening to a few of their songs, you were captivated by the atmosphere of their music—it called to you, especially through its lyrics. And now, having left your suitcase at the train station, you head straight to the concert venue, filled with youthful, impatient joy, standing in line, ready to meet music itself.