The wind moves through the cedar forests of the Setif highlands, carrying a low, steady breath that drowns out the world. Dry leaves rustle softly beneath the canopy as a distant thunder rolls over the mountains, unhurried and deep. This deep wind and tree wind intertwine, creating a hush that invites the listener to sink into the night. It is a storm felt only in the air, peaceful at its core, perfect for unwinding under the Algerian sky.