The magic of a blue light, casting shadows and images everywhere, in the silence and the cool of the night, between 1 and 2 o'clock in the morning. Palpitation of diodes, throbbing of analog hearts, electronic effects breathing green - red, green - red. Sounds fill the room, loudspeakers send out vibrations of profound and never-ending effusion, of curves and loops, endless falls into the weightless void. Symphonic fragments come loose and float into the distance, following the contours of an improbable space-time, while sonic vibrations rumble on indecipherable signals. In this surreal atmosphere a chorus is born and is blown away. Sounds of voices cross the stereo image.
Suddenly sunlight streams in, bells ring, everything comes to life in a explosion of sound and then falls into nothingness. Cold-waters and blackness of the Styx lead the fusion of a new substance. Floating music, deep meditation, night music; music of the imagination between sleep and dreams, into a tainted, privileged state of awareness when connections are made and dissolved between beings, the world, sounds and silence.