Poros with Zeina and Ilari

Poros, where the Saronic Gulf softens into pine and pebble beaches. The beach bar sat directly on the sand — no separation between sea, music and guests, only the sound of waves under every beat.

Zeinah and Ilari arrived with friends from England, Poland and Iran. A small world gathered in one place, languages blending like the playlist did: English indie, Polish folk echoes, Persian rhythms that made the floor vibrate differently.

We knew the official end was 1 a.m. Everyone else decided otherwise. The dance floor stayed full, relentless, until the very last possible second — no tomorrow, only right now.

The dance floor stayed full, relentless, until the very last possible second — no tomorrow, only right now.