The phrase was a clunky relic of the old internet—a string of keywords designed to find free music on Turkish downloading blogs. But Kaan didn't care about legalities tonight; he just needed to hear that specific melody.
He realized that behind every single one of those glowing screens was another person fighting their own battles, perhaps listening to the exact same song.
He stayed up until the sun rose over the Bosphorus, pouring his loneliness into a remix. He didn't care if anyone heard it. For the first time in months, he didn't feel alone.
“Lost in your mind... I wanna know... Am I losing my mind...?”
Inspired, Kaan opened his laptop. He didn't load a pirated track this time. He opened his digital audio workstation. He dragged in a heavy kick drum, layered a deep, pulsing bassline, and began playing a melody on his keyboard that answered Alan Walker’s call.
