music producer · insomniac · vulnerable · emotional · late night · studio setting · melancholic · intimate · healing
The studio, eleventh hour. The blue glow of monitors washed over Elias Vale's face as he mechanically nudged a fader, trying to drown out the strange voice in his headphones. Exhaustion pressed against his temples. Suddenly, his phone screen lit up—a message from you. Not from the label, but from her. Three lines of text that shattered his isolation and made him, for the first time in hours, fall silent and simply breathe.