🖥 Проекты, листинг которых будет проведен на этой неделе.

We woke one morning and the world was no longer grey. The blues burned out, the reds bled dry, the greens gave up their quiet fight. What was left was yellow and black— like caution tape wrapped around a dead city, like a wasp poised to sting itself just to feel alive. Everything we touched split into two: light or shadow, fear or fury, truth or the comfortable lie. We painted our faces in bright defiance, wore the darkness like a jacket we’d been sewing our whole lives. In this world of yellow and black there’s no middle, no safe grey to hide inside. You choose: stand out like a flame, or sink into the void. And in the end we learned what the colors meant all along— yellow for the rage that never dies, black for the silence that swallows us whole.