In the beginning, the nights of Valencia. He was twenty, and he lived at full speed — in darkness, in the abyss. Some called him the ghost.

Two decades later came the sunsets of Kenya. The Masai land, drums he had never heard, a tranquility he didn't know existed. Light, serenity — the body remembering how to breathe.

From that crossing arrived TASMA: melodic techno carrying the memory of the dark, afro house carrying the gift of the light. Twelve rituals a year, marked by the solstices and the equinoxes, recorded from a chalet on the edge — at the precise hour the day surrenders to the night.