Heat, slow death, decay. Billowing dust seeps into our subconscious. Grand plans struggle, wither and die. The time has come to face our deepest fears as we enter the vortex of the drought. Where we stand, how we may fall, what we will become. A hybrid arts piece combining movement and sculpture.

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