Elnur wasn't going anywhere in particular. In Baku, when the walls of a small apartment feel too tight, the Caspian breeze is the only cure. The lyrics echoed his mood—"Geceler Kapkara," nights pitch black—matching the ink-colored sky hanging over the Flame Towers. The streetlights blurred into golden streaks. The scent of salt and diesel filled the cabin. The bass thumped against his ribs like a second heart. The Encounter

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"Keep it," the man shouted over the engine's idle. "It reminds me of being twenty and foolish."

By the time he looped back toward home, the song was on its tenth repeat. The "Kapkara" nights weren't scary anymore. They were a canvas. He pulled over, looked out at the dark water, and felt a strange sense of peace.