After spending an entire night dancing at an outdoor festival, I wake up in my tent, drenched in morning dew and sound. The music never stopped playing, but it has slowed down in pace. As the sound guides me towards its source, the path winds in between the trees that seem to sway with the rhythm. Suddenly, I’m up in the air, floating towards an open field, where yogis have already began to levitate. But before I circle around a large amanita dancing to the sonic colors, the bass rolls off, and I wake up in my tent, drenched in morning dew and sound. Welcome to the sounds of awakened spirits. You may enter… but only with an open mind…
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