You were a humble peasant who barely knew how to read & write. In your native Domremí countryside you heard voices & embarked on an uncertain destiny to liberate France from the English. Together with your faithful soldiers, you raised your banner & launched yourself in suicidal acts until liberating the siege of Orleans & crowning your dolphin. That was your glorious rise that preceded your terrible end. They betrayed you & accused you of heresy. A scorching fire ended your life.

Were you perhaps God's chosen one or a madwoman driven by schizophrenia & hallucinations? Be that as it may, you were the maiden acclaimed by your people, the fervent heroine that you faced against all the powers of the earth until you almost won the Hundred Years War. Today Joan, your name is already a legend.

"Only dead fish follow the stream of the river".

Swimming against the current is an odyssey in an open world where paradoxically there is more access to information but at the same time we are more controlled. Reflections of those dystopian universes — riddled with environmental disasters and cataclysms — from science fiction novels have come true. But there is still hope. There are spaces of freedom to ambush, where dissidents and freethinkers can react and rebel against the flashes of tyranny, censorship and dehumanization present in society. In some remote and lost place the Lineage of the free will always resist.

You were a humble peasant who barely knew how to read & write. In your native Domremí countryside you heard voices & embarked on an uncertain destiny to liberate France from the English. Together with your faithful soldiers, you raised your banner & launched yourself in suicidal acts until liberating the siege of Orleans & crowning your dolphin. That was your glorious rise that preceded your terrible end. They betrayed you & accused you of heresy. A scorching fire ended your life.

Were you perhaps God's chosen one or a madwoman driven by schizophrenia & hallucinations? Be that as it may, you were the maiden acclaimed by your people, the fervent heroine that you faced against all the powers of the earth until you almost won the Hundred Years War. Today Joan, your name is already a legend.

"Only dead fish follow the stream of the river".

Swimming against the current is an odyssey in an open world where paradoxically there is more access to information but at the same time we are more controlled. Reflections of those dystopian universes — riddled with environmental disasters and cataclysms — from science fiction novels have come true. But there is still hope. There are spaces of freedom to ambush, where dissidents and freethinkers can react and rebel against the flashes of tyranny, censorship and dehumanization present in society. In some remote and lost place the Lineage of the free will always resist.

Listen to her desires, there is no calm from where to escape, the intensity of her pain is revealed which encloses the secret in a ritual of beats about to explode. The essence of light at the heart of her formula: Ode to freedom, an irreverent burst of daring that awakens consciences, melt into the encounter of civilizations, the tension finally gives way to lethal caresses that confine hatred and envelop it in the depths. Crucible of Cultures, catalyst of life. Redeeming Apocalypse. Listen inside, there is no longer anguish and pain. A new horizon enriches her soul.

Sailors be careful as you approach the coasts of being caught by the songs of the mermaids. You will be absorbed in their melodies, their voices will invite you to pleasure & you will forget everything else. These young maidens, with shiny scales, fear nothing, that although they descend from the depths, from the darkness & the cold, their hearts are warm. Legend has it that Ulises was close to crossing the gates of Hades when hearing his seductive music if it were not because he tied himself to a mast so that he could not throw himself into the waters. Who does not want in exchange for a tragic but beautiful ending to continue dreaming, imagining to escape the sad reality? Let's be dreamers and fight for a world where imagination do not end up leaving the mermaids themselves stranded.

You were a humble peasant who barely knew how to read & write. In your native Domremí countryside you heard voices & embarked on an uncertain destiny to liberate France from the English. Together with your faithful soldiers, you raised your banner & launched yourself in suicidal acts until liberating the siege of Orleans & crowning your dolphin. That was your glorious rise that preceded your terrible end. They betrayed you & accused you of heresy. A scorching fire ended your life.

Were you perhaps God's chosen one or a madwoman driven by schizophrenia & hallucinations? Be that as it may, you were the maiden acclaimed by your people, the fervent heroine that you faced against all the powers of the earth until you almost won the Hundred Years War. Today Joan, your name is already a legend.

You were a humble peasant who barely knew how to read & write. In your native Domremí countryside you heard voices & embarked on an uncertain destiny to liberate France from the English. Together with your faithful soldiers, you raised your banner & launched yourself in suicidal acts until liberating the siege of Orleans & crowning your dolphin. That was your glorious rise that preceded your terrible end. They betrayed you & accused you of heresy. A scorching fire ended your life.

Were you perhaps God's chosen one or a madwoman driven by schizophrenia & hallucinations? Be that as it may, you were the maiden acclaimed by your people, the fervent heroine that you faced against all the powers of the earth until you almost won the Hundred Years War. Today Joan, your name is already a legend.

You were a humble peasant who barely knew how to read & write. In your native Domremí countryside you heard voices & embarked on an uncertain destiny to liberate France from the English. Together with your faithful soldiers, you raised your banner & launched yourself in suicidal acts until liberating the siege of Orleans & crowning your dolphin. That was your glorious rise that preceded your terrible end. They betrayed you & accused you of heresy. A scorching fire ended your life.

Were you perhaps God's chosen one or a madwoman driven by schizophrenia & hallucinations? Be that as it may, you were the maiden acclaimed by your people, the fervent heroine that you faced against all the powers of the earth until you almost won the Hundred Years War. Today Joan, your name is already a legend.

"Kill them all, God will know His own". If you see pale, thin and barefoot walkers through the towns of Landeloc, do not fear, they are the Cathars, those "perfect" messengers, good men, vegetarians, celibates, gnostics, dedicated to religious life, of primordial wisdom, who neither collect nor benefits are granted. People who reject oaths, who keep the divine secret and that the church, to exterminate any attempt at heresy, has suffocated in its Albigensian crusade. Their mysterious story is a hymn to truth, freedom and love, to the personal search for the knowledge of God for salvation. On March 1, 1244, the last focus of resistance surrenders at the Montsegur Castle, where they say the Holy Grail is housed. 200 Cathars are burned alive.

Design: 80's Helloween "Keeper" style

"Kill them all, God will know His own". If you see pale, thin and barefoot walkers through the towns of Landeloc, do not fear, they are the Cathars, those "perfect" messengers, good men, vegetarians, celibates, gnostics, dedicated to religious life, of primordial wisdom, who neither collect nor benefits are granted. People who reject oaths, who keep the divine secret and that the church, to exterminate any attempt at heresy, has suffocated in its Albigensian crusade. Their mysterious story is a hymn to truth, freedom and love, to the personal search for the knowledge of God for salvation. On March 1, 1244, the last focus of resistance surrenders at the Montsegur Castle, where they say the Holy Grail is housed. 200 Cathars are burned alive.

Design: 80's Helloween "Keeper" style

Sailors be careful as you approach the coasts of being caught by the songs of the mermaids. You will be absorbed in their melodies, their voices will invite you to pleasure & you will forget everything else. These young maidens, with shiny scales, fear nothing, that although they descend from the depths, from the darkness & the cold, their hearts are warm. Legend has it that Ulises was close to crossing the gates of Hades when hearing his seductive music if it were not because he tied himself to a mast so that he could not throw himself into the waters. Who does not want in exchange for a tragic but beautiful ending to continue dreaming, imagining to escape the sad reality? Let's be dreamers and fight for a world where imagination do not end up leaving the mermaids themselves stranded.

"Kill them all, God will know His own". If you see pale, thin and barefoot walkers through the towns of Landeloc, do not fear, they are the Cathars, those "perfect" messengers, good men, vegetarians, celibates, gnostics, dedicated to religious life, of primordial wisdom, who neither collect nor benefits are granted. People who reject oaths, who keep the divine secret and that the church, to exterminate any attempt at heresy, has suffocated in its Albigensian crusade. Their mysterious story is a hymn to truth, freedom and love, to the personal search for the knowledge of God for salvation. On March 1, 1244, the last focus of resistance surrenders at the Montsegur Castle, where they say the Holy Grail is housed. 200 Cathars are burned alive.

Design: 80's Helloween "Keeper" style

"Kill them all, God will know His own". If you see pale, thin and barefoot walkers through the towns of Landeloc, do not fear, they are the Cathars, those "perfect" messengers, good men, vegetarians, celibates, gnostics, dedicated to religious life, of primordial wisdom, who neither collect nor benefits are granted. People who reject oaths, who keep the divine secret and that the church, to exterminate any attempt at heresy, has suffocated in its Albigensian crusade. Their mysterious story is a hymn to truth, freedom and love, to the personal search for the knowledge of God for salvation. On March 1, 1244, the last focus of resistance surrenders at the Montsegur Castle, where they say the Holy Grail is housed. 200 Cathars are burned alive.

Design: 80's Helloween "Keeper" style

"Only dead fish follow the stream of the river".

Swimming against the current is an odyssey in an open world where paradoxically there is more access to information but at the same time we are more controlled. Reflections of those dystopian universes — riddled with environmental disasters and cataclysms — from science fiction novels have come true. But there is still hope. There are spaces of freedom to ambush, where dissidents and freethinkers can react and rebel against the flashes of tyranny, censorship and dehumanization present in society. In some remote and lost place the Lineage of the free will always resist.

"Only dead fish follow the stream of the river".

Swimming against the current is an odyssey in an open world where paradoxically there is more access to information but at the same time we are more controlled. Reflections of those dystopian universes — riddled with environmental disasters and cataclysms — from science fiction novels have come true. But there is still hope. There are spaces of freedom to ambush, where dissidents and freethinkers can react and rebel against the flashes of tyranny, censorship and dehumanization present in society. In some remote and lost place the Lineage of the free will always resist.

The Bards make their old melodies resound... Their poems and songs take us back to the mythical Iron Age, to the captivating Celtic world, where legendary, fierce and undisciplined warriors have populated Europe. Armed with a shield of skin, an iron sword, lime milk on their hair, covered with the skin of the wolf's head and the almost naked body, they have managed to sack Rome and reach the very Delphi in Greece. 

Their pagan gods and the worship of nature reveal to us a magical and mystical civilization, led by powerful druids who every year announce the Samhain, the celebration of the end of the crops and the beginning of the dark season, where the spirits of the dead roam freely...

Let yourself be seduced by the magical world of Greek mythology. An odyssey awaits you in the land of ancient Greek gods and goddesses, heroines and heroes, secret sites, Homeric poems ...  if you see on the horizon a huge wooden horse, do not be fooled, it is the Achaeans, who they hide inside to enter through the majestic gate of the fortified city of Troy, it could be the end ....the Greeks do not forget that Paris fell madly in love with Helena of Sparta and kidnapped her. There it all began, the war against the Trojans, the heroes of Antiquity, Achilles, Áyax, Héctor ... the epics stories of the Iliad...