It’s the story of those who flirt with disaster… and sometimes even prepare it a drink. A blade cuts through a peach, a glance is held a second too long.
And still, this isn’t just about them.
It’s about those who lose their path, keep texting what’s already gone, think they can fly, and somehow end up dancing on a table at 10 AM. A bet so reckless it might ruin you. A dream so wild it could build you. Most people survive. But few truly live. And those who do - well, they don’t ask for permission. A shirt flies through the air.