Ovrkast. - Kast Got Wings.zip -

“There. You’re flying.”

Not because it was perfect. Because it was his.

Outside, the sky stayed dark. But Kast—just Kast, no file extension, no zip, no wings but his own—kept working. And somewhere in the silence between the kicks, he almost heard that woman’s voice again, softer this time, like a memory of a future he hadn’t written yet.

Kast froze. His hands hovered over the MIDI keyboard.