The world of Aurora

Aurora... the cult. There are no fans, but only souls who let themselves fall gently into the delightful embrace.

There are no fans, but Spirits set free, to become one with the wild, to run with the wolves or peacefully rise and dissipate midair.

Aurora is the catalyst. The door towards higher plains, the steps leading to the Valkyries’ gardens of tranquillity.

One does not listen to the songs. There are no songs, there is only feeling. The gentle touch of falling leaves, the whisper of the air, the quiet and the solitude of the ancient Norwegian forest.

Become one with the emotion (a live gig is the vital nourishment the soul needs):

The caged ourselves who wants to be free:

The beginning; the acolyte:

With understanding, comes the final decision...

...................................................The world of Aurora...................................................