The walls of the tent disappear into the distance. Crystalline bubblies float like teardrops. Cast along deep blue silk screens are silhouettes of swaying ferns and iridescent shadowy fish, caught in the last filtering ripples of sunlight. Patterns of light play over patrons' faces, their skin caressed by invisible currents, limbs weightless, sound muffled by rushing water.
Text by Lucie MacAulay
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