The Nights of the Waning Moon, in the Shadows of Ancient Walls

The night whispers its stories to me. Myths, legends, and other creatures—they lurk between the lines of old books, in the shadows of forgotten alleys, and in the voices of the wind.

My name is Salan. I come from Leipzig, yet my soul wanders through the mists of distant realms. Since my youth, I have followed the traces of legends, plunged into the depths of forgotten tales, and let myself be called by the stories of lands far and wide. No place in this world remains untouched by myths—thus, there is no place that does not inspire me.

For the first time in 2018, I brought this passion to life through my dances. Yet, in truth, it had always been there—a whisper in the darkness, a shadow that never left my side. Tribal Fusion and Gothic Fusion weave themselves into my movements, steeped in darkness and mystery. Under Una Shamaa, I found my path into the depths of this shadowed dance world, while Safar led me into the rhythms of folk dances—bridges to cultures whose traditions resonate within my very bones.

Horror films, music, books, and video games—they are the nourishment for my thoughts, the sparks for new creatures, new tales, new dances. They guide my hands as I create a world in the shadows of my stage—a world not of this time.

This is only the beginning.