28/08/2025
The final countdown begins,
A whisper on the wind,
Two days to go, a hurried breath,
Before the coming of the program
The air is thick with what's to be,
A blend of fear and ecstasy,
The final checks, the final words,
Like nervous, fluttering, caged-up birds.
Each tick and tock, a measured stride,
With nowhere left to run or hide,
Just two more sleeps to bridge the gap,
Before the APzania and all the performance comes and we see the clap.
But in this hush of quickening time,
A thrilling, almost-sacred chime,
Rings out a promise, strong and clear,
That everything is almost here.
Can’t wait to see you all. 🥳🥳
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