The beat began with a bang, a funnel cloud on the horizon. Lungs filled with the cool breath of lightning crackles over crushed cardamom pods. Dry, grassy vetiver dances on the edge of pink grapefruit’s combustible energy. We’re staging the scene—be witness to a whirling display of ecstasy worthy of Dionysus himself. You’re invited…you’re inviting. An ocean of souls always widens to let the beat pass through. WE PLUG IN.