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The entertainment lineup itself was a manifesto: no headliners played longer than 75 minutes. No overlapping sets on adjacent stages. And every performance had to include a moment of “collective silence” — 30 seconds where the music dropped and you could only hear wind, footsteps, and breathing. “Every festival felt the same,” Roman recalls, sipping