SENSORIA
SACRED CORRUPTION
at the Industrial School

A maze of shadow and instinct — where clarity fades and curiosity sharpens. Not all beauty glows.
Light projections flicker across heritage walls, aromatherapeutic vapours twirl through the air. Textured, ambient sound bends and dissolves. The old Industrial School beckons you into its sensorial labyrinth. Let it draw you in and swallow you whole.