Imagine a world where the laws of physics are but a mere suggestion, where the beat of the music is a mere guideline, and the only constant is the ever-changing tempo of your interpretive dance.
Where the floor is made of clouds, and the walls are made of mirrors, reflecting your every move, every gesture, every awkward pirouette.
Where the only rules are the ones you make up as you go along, and the only structure is the one you abandon in the heat of the moment.