Driezhas will make us dive into unbroken musical distances – to sleep and to rise, to surface from the night under the black-horned moon, to chase the prey, the chips of the wooden God, to set in stone and fly with storks until the sky turns into milk, and skin is covered in scales as if clad in armour for the battle. The music will flow across the grass and foliage from the strings of Ieva Astromskaitė and the melodies of Kristijonas Lučinskas.