Video: Singing the sound of nature

It was a Saturday night, and the air had a crisp early spring chill that seeped into the narrow alleyways of Beijing's hutong. A couple of young people stood outside a small bar called Jiangsu. They didn't say much — just the occasional chuckle or a quick glance at their phones, their faces half-lit by the soft glow of the streetlights. The alley around them was quiet, almost reverent, as if the city itself was holding its breath.

The outside world starkly contrasted with the warmth that pulsed within the bar. As you stepped through the small wooden door, the temperature hit you, the air thick and feverish, alive with an electric charge. It was not just the heat — it was the energy that seemed to hang in the room, emerging from the deep vibrations of khoomei, an ancient art of throat singing that has traveled from Mongolia and Tuva to this corner of Beijing.

The tiny bar was packed with a lively crowd, buzzing with excitement as the moment they had been waiting for approached. Cheers rippled through the air as the competition began.