Up in the Europarad, everything slows down for a moment. The chaos of Rampage Open Air melts into a glowing map beneath your feet; stages pulsing, crowds flowing, lasers slicing through the dusk. From here you see the whole festival breathing, the bass becoming a distant heartbeat instead of a punch to the chest. It’s the one place where the energy feels soft, where you can drift above it all, catch your breath, and let the wind cool the rave fire in your veins before diving back into the madness below.