The entry point to the 2Si World is deceptively simple: a humble jar store run by the duo Faauna. Inside, among shelves of preserved realities, sits a specific jar filled with glass-like, galaxy-swirling marbles. These are not confectioneries, but condensed universes. To consume the "2Si" marble is to trigger an immediate, psychedelic descent into a hyper-saturated, biomechanical purgatory where the boundaries between identity, technology, and consumption dissolve.

Upon swallowing the universe, the traveler is transported to the "2Si Club," a claustrophobic yet infinite nightclub that serves as the nexus of this dimension. As seen in the visuals, the atmosphere is a suffocating embrace of heavy crimson fog and cold, electric blue haze. The ceiling is a constellation of mirrored disco balls and retro-futuristic CRT monitors, flashing static and subliminal data, a visual manifestation of the lyric "Mucha información para este coco" (Too much information for this head).

Here, the inhabitants have shed their humanity for high-gloss, synthetic perfection. The central figures are towering, sequined cyborgs and androids with chassis of polished gold and cherry-red chrome, their faces replaced by screens or blank, reflective masks. They represent the "Dosis of Do Si Dos" the repetitive loop of consumption and performance. The dancers, clad in blinding silver scales and mirrored helmets, move in synchronized apathy, embodying the distraction that keeps the populace docile.

However, beneath the shiny, high-fashion veneer lies a rotting core of corruption. The ruling class of this world are the "Pig Billionaires" grotesque, gluttonous entities who hoard power and identity, growing fat on the war economy and the erasure of the individual. They represent the "Green Falcon" (Falcon Verde), a sinister force of oppression disguised behind a mask, enforcing the status quo where "nothing happens" (No pasa nada), even as the weight of that "Nothingness" (La Nada) grows heavy enough to crush the soul.

Faauna acts as the resistance within this hallucination. Amidst the "eating of each other" (Vamos a comernos entre nosotros), they are the glitch in the system, the voice urging the crowd to wake up from the digital sedation. They remind the traveler that while the marble induces the trip, the cage is real. The 2Si World is a battleground where the resistance must "kick down the gate" (pateamos el portón), shattering the glossy red shell of the simulation to reveal the raw, human truth hidden beneath the wires and the greed.