A ritual without a god,
but with absolute faith in sound.
Weightlessness.
Drones.
A wall of sound.
Spirituality.
Redemption.
As if touching the core of the amplifier —
the moment the body becomes a conduit,
and time ceases to exist.
Collective stillness.
Everything floats within the sound.
An out-of-body experience.
The sound.
The distortion.
The drone.
The intensity.
The maximalism.
The roots — Black Sabbath.
We do not hear — we feel.
Our bodies become conduits.
Time collapses.
Silence is sacrilege.
Feedback is prayer.
We are participants, not audience.
With every frequency, a breath.
** not a concert — a ritual **
