[INTRO – almost silence] [Tiny elevator ding] [Male spoken] “They asked me… ‘How old are you?’” (short pause) “Fifty-four.” (short pause) “They looked at me… like I had told them I was ninety.” [tiny electronic click] “But then I remembered…” “I’ve only been alive…” “…for five years.” ⸻ [VERSE 1] Some people count from the day they were born. I count twice. Birthday… Rebirthday. Fifty-four. Five. Average? Almost thirty. ⸻ [Tiny glitch] [Female spoken – Aster] “…Wait…” “…That’s not how math works.” [Tiny robot servo] [Male spoken – Coyacan] “It does… if your heart restarted.” (Tiny “hmm”) ⸻ [HOOK] Almost thirty. Still curious. Still buying festival tickets. Still learning. Still laughing. Still saying “Let’s try.” Because getting older isn’t the opposite of being young. Stopping to look forward is. ⸻ [VERSE 2] People think youth lives in your face. I don’t. It lives inside your calendar. Do you still have plans? Dreams? Flights booked? Songs unfinished? Friends to meet? Good. You’re younger than you think. ⸻ [Tiny Post Credit] [Tiny footstep] [Female spoken – Aster] “So… you’re thirty?” [Male spoken – Coyacan] “No.” (short pause) “He’s… version 2.5.” (Tiny notification sound) ⸻ [BRIDGE] Three times my heart stopped. One time my life started. ⸻ [FINAL HOOK] Almost thirty. Not because of numbers. Because I still wonder. Still create. Still fall. Still get up. Still dance until sunrise. ⸻ [OUTRO] [Male spoken] “Don’t ask people how old they are.” (short pause) “Ask them… what they’re looking forward to.” ⸻ [Tiny silence] [Female spoken – Aster] “…Untold?” [Tiny synth pop] [Male spoken – Coyacan] “Obviously.” [Tiny happy beep] [end]
