The red northern sun rises far, gleaming through the cold morning haze. The dark karelian forest shakes off this mist, leaving its arcane secrets to the passed night. The wood becomes alive and much brighter, as birds are starting their chant of carefree existence. Somewhere in this dreamy forest, the Shuya river transcends its ice cold and crystal blue waters across the infinite circle of a wonderful creation. The loop of powerful wisdom. The ring of soul exaltation. The electrified vibe of unity. To a space, where something magic is happening. To a place, where the groove is born.