We’ve met and bonded with so many new friends, dancing at our sunset parties, watching the sunlight fade over the playa, being present and experiencing the now. THERE IS A STRANGE AND UNIQUE GRAVITY TO ATLANTIS…IT DRAWS PEOPLE IN. Atlantis lost its virginity in 2012. We knew nothing back then and yet we saw how those experiences, good and bad, brought strangers together. Campmates and neighbors who had never met, worked with one another and solved problems… with respect and love. Then we climbed up on trucks to watch the sunset and party together. Someone thought out loud, “this is what the world needs, and it needs to be shared”. WE’VE BEEN BACK EVERY YEAR SINCE, HELPING PEOPLE SMILE AND DANCE.
..ATLANTIS, THE FORGOTTEN CITY, REDUX. Today, the legendary city of Atlantis has fallen and many millennia have passed. In the deep far future of the playa, even the name Atlantis has been forgotten. All that remains are ancient artifacts used by the inhabitants in radical rituals. We don’t understand where or when these sacred artifacts came from or what they mean. But they have been discovered…and we are inexplicably drawn to these objects…we worship them. As a rite of passage, pilgrims from all over the playa flock to the Towers of Atlantis for a week once a year to worship the sun god and his siblings. The unbearable intensity of his sight will be shaded by a pleasing geometric covering that will be a gathering spot for deep house music dance rituals. Other forgotten gods’ artifacts have been resurrected and reclaimed from the seas, however, they seem corrupted by the sands of time.
