Blue light drenched the room. Suspended tree branches hung from the ceiling on either end of the stage, while in the centre, a DJ station rested in a nest of flowers and twigs. The air was thick with ambient sounds — crickets and nocturnal hums mimicking the Cyprus night outside.
As DJ Nama Dama started singing, light flooded the room, revealing a jungle-like environment: painted pinecones were tossed into the
