As he crossed the bridge, the lights of the city shimmering on the water below, Kerem found himself humming the chorus. The frustration of the day began to dissolve into the bassline. By the time the track faded out, the silence in the car didn't feel heavy anymore. It felt like a clean slate.
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"İmdat," they sang—a cry for help, but wrapped in a rhythm that felt more like an escape. As he crossed the bridge, the lights of