As the ambient synths swelled, the physical world began to blur. The rhythmic, dub-heavy bassline didn't just play—it vibrated through the timber of the pier, matching the slow heave of the tide below. The salt air felt thicker, humming with a static charge.

Then, the voices of All Saints drifted in, stripped of their pop urgency. They sounded like sirens calling from a mile underwater. “I’ve crossed the deserts for miles...”

Suddenly, the pier stretched. The coastline of the city behind him dissolved into a soft-focus haze of neon and sea mist. Leo closed his eyes, and the "Spaced" mix took him to the place the song had always promised: the shore that wasn't on any map.