Create impressive effects on any type of channel, and even map them in 2D. Combine an unlimited number of effects with a Super Scene timeline.


Probably the most powerful new feature in Daslight 5
Combine your different scenes on the timelines of a Super Scene and easily create complex and perfectly timed scenes with perfect precision. Change one of the source scenes and your Super Scene will be automatically updated.
Create impressive effects on any type of channel, and even map them in 2D. Combine an unlimited number of effects with a Super Scene timeline.
Control the dimmers of each group directly in the new Live mixer rack. Trigger the strobe, a blinder, change the colour... also from the Live mixer.
Control Dimmer, speed, phase shift, and size directly with the new live rotary encoders available for each scene. Play your scenes forwards, backwards, or both ways. Divide your scenes into segments which can be jumped between with a GO button or BPM.
Synchronize your show with the music BPM using tap-tempo, MIDI clock or Ableton Link. React to the music pulse with line-in audio. Divide scenes into a number of beats of your choice to sync in harmony with tricky tempo’s!
Switch the entire software to mapping mode, allowing you to link any control to your keyboard, MIDI controller, or DMX console in one click!
Set the maximum movement of your fixtures and focus the beams only in the area you want. Also adjust the minimum and maximum dimming of each fixture for your entire show.
Create a custom screen layout to use on a touchscreen, or link with an iPhone, iPad or Android device over WiFi. Perfect for mobile control and for installations.
She didn’t burn them. The climb began at midnight. No crowd. No checkered flag. Just a single gravel road winding up the serpentine face of Mount Verloren. Her car’s headlights cut through pines so old their roots had swallowed warning signs whole. The first mile was normal — sharp switchbacks, loose shale, the smell of cold exhaust.
She didn’t. But for the rest of her life, on quiet nights, she heard the distant whine of twelve engines, climbing forever, finally free.
She obeyed. At 90 mph, the S-Bend unfolded like a lock opening. The finish line appeared — a stone arch draped in fog. But the Maserati swerved to block her. Not to win. To warn. thmyl-labh-hill-climb-racing-mhkrh
Elara Venn, a disgraced street racer with a rebuilt electric coupe, discovered the truth when she stumbled upon a leather-bound logbook in her late grandfather’s barn. The final entry read: “Thmyl Labh calls. Tomorrow, Mhkrh. If I don’t return, burn the maps.”
Beyond the arch, the road simply ended. A sheer cliff dropped into a basin of white mist, and in that mist, twelve shadow figures stood beside twelve parked vintage cars. The vanished drivers. They weren’t dead — they were waiting . Waiting for someone to finish the race properly so they could leave. She didn’t burn them
She dropped to second gear, aimed between the arch’s stone pillars, and shouted into the wind: “Thmyl Labh — release them!”
In the rust-caked village of Torven, old racers whispered a name that never appeared on official maps: . It wasn’t a place you found. It was a place that found you. No checkered flag
The annual Hill Climb Racing event, (an ancient acronym for Mountain’s Hollow Keep, Racing’s Heart ), had been banned for seventy years after twelve drivers vanished on a single foggy morning. Their cars were found parked neatly at the summit, engines warm, seatbelts unbuckled — but no drivers.