CELESTE, DJ IN EXTREMIS

Celeste had stopped caring about music. Her international DJ career became one long party from Ibiza to Copacabana beach. The haze of drugs, sex and booze seemed enough. After all, the punters couldn't tell she no longer felt the beat. That she was empty...

And then the world ended, and Celeste began to feel it again. A shiver. A pulse. A rushing torrent of sound when she closed her eyes. The beat was back and it was leading her somewhere. Across the Deadly Desert. Through the Angry Rain. To a new place where the music was once again her god. Beckoning her onwards to perfection.