I have a bad case

At sixty-seven beats per minute in 9A, the rhythm settles into a slow exhale, each pulse drifting rather than driving. The sound design favours intimate space over grandeur, layering soft, grainy textures that seem to glow from within. There is melody, but it arrives half-submerged, emerging through cracks in the static like light through blinds.

With an energy level of six, it holds the room without seizing it, making more sense as a set opener or a comedown bridge than a peak moment. It builds a small, enclosed world, content to linger in the margins and ask for attention rather than forcing it.