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Settle in a grapevine-draped courtyard as the Twelve Muqam dancers twirl like blossoming flowers. The rawap’s strings pluck melodies of desert winds, while the ghijak’s voice whispers tales of Silk Road caravans. Beaded headdresses and swirling dresses weave a flowing rainbow—when singers pour out love songs from the foothills of the Tianshan Mountains, you find yourself mesmerized in the luminous night where Eastern and Western civilizations embrace.