In the sun-drenched haze of Ibiza's peak season, decadence is not a sin - it is the air you breathe.

Absolute excess, glitter and champagne are the currency for those who have everything. On the hillsides, their villas shine like diamonds, and in the clubs that rose like cathedrals of sin above the cliffs they move with the polished grace of automation. Their smiles are perfectly calibrated, their laughter programmed to a specific frequency of delight. They are the super-rich, living a life of pure hedonism...

They don't taste the fancy cocktails; they analyze their chemical composition. They are not living; they are executing a sequence of experiences designed to prove they are alive. When the music stops, and the sun rises, they simply power down, waiting for the next night to reboot their beautiful, decadent, empty lives.