...a brave new world is forming, where technology serves nature and balance is the paradigm.
A pack of lightly wounded Lycans moves into the forest, guided by full-moonlight and well-fed after a foray into the ruins of a once-great
city. Still high from the hunt, with a series of howls they enter an evergreen-ringed clearing, where the ground pulsates rhythmically to the slap, slap, slap
of powerful footpads, moving in time to pounding night psychedelic trance.
The Lycan hunters deposit their still-human quarry on the dancefloor. Blacklight and moonlight combine to cast an eerie glow over the clearing. Dynamic and
hypnotic, the music is all-enveloping: even the trees seem to dance on this magical night. Unafraid, the humans discover their inner Lycan, and the pack
expands.
