We leave pieces of ourselves everywhere. Memories become data. Identity becomes signal. Thought becomes code. What once lived only within us now moves through systems built to remember, transmit, and respond.

The Host exists somewhere between body and machine, carrying traces of the human within something entirely constructed. As her circuitry spreads into the room, sound becomes pulse, light becomes signal, and individual bodies move within the same system.

Driven by psytech, acid, techno, and hard trance, the system pulses through sound, movement, and vibration.

As more of ourselves become embedded in the machines we create, do we remain as ghosts within them?