Mon Pouls is not a confession.

It is a contained intimacy.

A low-tempo, cinematic electro ballad led by cello and breath-close vocals, the track explores pulse as presence — not urgency. It does not beg. It does not perform emotion. It stays.

The production is restrained: deep sub warmth, atmospheric synth pads, and a voice that feels both human and slightly beyond time. The softness is intentional, almost invisible — like heat held under control.

Mon Pouls is the room.

The first axis.

Where heart and discipline meet.