Atlantis

First, the siren goes off - and it's immediately clear that nothing good is coming. A voice emotionlessly announces self-destruction, like in a disaster movie where the audience knows the characters won't make it out alive. Then everything turns into a frantic rhythm, like a heart in a moment of panic: “heat, heat, heat” is repeated, as if the heat of the city itself is pulsing in your temples.

And there is a strange pleasure in this: the apocalypse turns into a dance track. Monsters have taken over the streets, but your feet are tapping to the beat, and the voice from the speakers no longer seems threatening, but rather encouraging. The result is a mixture of horror and disco, where evacuation is more like a party in the last minutes of daylight.