After the controlled chaos of Huéspedes , Pródigos feels like a reckless homecoming. The title suggests wastefulness—of time, of youth, of chances. The album is lush, almost baroque: strings, layered vocals, and lyrics that wander through midnight streets. "Vida en el Espejo" reflects on aging. "Divergencia" is a duet with oneself. This is Enjambre at its most vulnerable, no longer hiding behind metaphor. The swarm disperses, only to remember why it gathered in the first place: to feel.