Denali

The heat envelops you as if the air itself were playing an instrument. Flowers, fire, movement - everything turns into rhythm, where words are almost unnecessary. Sounds soar and sparkle, and amid this heat, a reflection suddenly appears - as if you are looking at yourself in a crooked mirror and still believe: this is it, this is real. The music pulsates like a heart at its peak, and it seems that reality itself is adjusting to this rhythm.