This piece by Ahmet presents many textures and many levels. Hypnotic pads at the edge of heathen paradise where we question the reason of the very existence as we’re pulled by the centripetal force of the rhythm. If there is a heaven, a sacred place which our soul craves in its death-throe, if there is such landscape, there we crawl, there we walk blindly, following the path as the bee follows the scent of divine nectar.