Heartbeats.
Strobe lights.
Pounding music.
What more could one ask for?
Living in the idealist world of invented surrealism, I say: Tell me your wish.
The sparkles and glitter fade away. The beat starts up. The intoxication of those voices encapsulate the hundreds of souls jumping as one to the melodious tune. Like sirens, we lift our arms, look out
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