Verse
Another year gone, and I’m still the same,
Caught in the shadow of the choices I’ve made.
Counting the seconds as they slip through my hands,
A cycle repeating-no one understands.

Chorus
On this New Year’s Eve, I’ll leave it behind,
The weight of the past that’s been chaining my mind.
I’ll burn it away in the glow of the night,
And step through the flames to reclaim my life.

Verse
The ball drops, the pressure builds, it’s all in my head,
Every doubt, every fear, every word left unsaid.
The mirror’s reflection, a stranger I know,
But I’m breaking the glass, let the real me show.

Chorus
On this New Year’s Eve, I’ll leave it behind,
The weight of the past that’s been chaining my mind.
I’ll burn it away in the glow of the night,
And step through the flames to reclaim my life.

The clock strikes twelve, and I’m letting go,
Of the guilt, the regret that I used to know.
I’m breaking the chains, I’m done with the fight,
This is my rebirth in the dead of the night.

Chorus
On this New Year’s Eve, I’ll leave it behind,
The weight of the past that’s been chaining my mind.
I’ll burn it away in the glow of the night,
And step through the flames to reclaim my life.

As the echoes fade, I’m finally free,
A spark in the dark, a new destiny.
This is my moment, my time to believe,
A new beginning-this is New Year’s Eve.

If we imagine that the Universe has consciousness, its “eye” covers everything: stars, galaxies, planets and the smallest particles of matter. It is an eye that knows no boundaries of time and space, seeing the past, present and future at the same time.

Each person gazing into the starry sky becomes part of this great gaze. Telescopes, like extensions of the eyes of the Universe, open before us the hidden corners of the cosmos, and philosophy and science try to unravel its mysteries. We are its little reflections, whose eyes search for the meaning of existence, looking toward the vast horizon where the true essence of all things lurks.

The laws of nature are subject to mathematics: from the orbits of planets described by Kepler's equations to the tiny interactions of particles in quantum mechanics. Even our perception of reality is linked to numbers: the light we see is waves with a certain frequency, and sounds are air vibrations measured in hertz.

In everyday life, numbers surround us everywhere. Time, money, distances - everything is measured, counted and organized. Numbers are the language of technology, the tool of science and the basis of progress. They help us understand the complexity of the world, revealing harmony and order in its apparent chaos. This is where their true magic lies.

There are times in life when society demands conformity, but true happiness is in accepting yourself as you are.
To be different is to be free!

Abstract Magic - relies on the power of imagination and inner experience, allowing everyone to experience unique transformations.

Oblivion is the silence that hides behind time. In it, images, memories, faces disappear. Once bright feelings fade, dissolving into the vast emptiness. We build our lives by clinging to moments, but in time they fade away, swept away by the flood of oblivion.

Sometimes it is a release - from pain, loss, regret. But sometimes oblivion becomes burdensome - what was precious disappears along with the unnecessary. It is like the wind that blows sand from the palms of your hands, leaving no trace.

A thin line that is crossed by lightness of feeling and deep feelings. It manifests itself in soft shades, smooth forms and graceful movements, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and harmony.

Tenderness in art, nature and in relationships between people enriches our lives, awakening feelings of love and empathy in the heart.

These are the moments when simple things - a flower, morning light or a smile - become a source of inspiration, reminding us how important it is to appreciate beauty in its most vulnerable manifestations.

In the world of art, there has long been a paradoxical situation: that which has no depth is often placed on a pedestal.

We are surrounded by works devoid of meaning, but clothed in lavish words and inflated price tags. Mass recognition turns art into a commodity and superficiality into the norm.

Real art is not a colorful shell and loud statements, but the ability to touch the soul, evoke emotions and make you think.

The unjustified value of imaginary art only overshadows true creativity, which sometimes remains in the shadows, without loud advertising, but carries the sincere magic of inspiration.

“Smoke, like a light trail of thoughts, carries away the burdens of the soul, leaving behind only purity and peace.”