The rhythm is pounding, pounding, pounding.

A million writhing bodies, bathed in pulsating greens and purples, move wildly beneath the strobes. To the beat, jumping, to the beat, it’s beautiful driving psychedelic chaos, pounding, whirling, cascading around you.

This stuff is amazing.

Cacophonous euphoria. Pounding, pounding, pounding. So many smiling faces, jumping together, blurring together. Everyone is so happy for you. They have a laser light show for you. The rainbow beams pierce the dry ice fog in ecstatic harmony around you. The room itself is dancing with joy.

The music, the shouts, the whistles, the DJ. All come together. There is only one beat in this place, the beat of your heart, that throbbing in your skull, the incessant cringing of the pores of your skin as they gasp for breath.

This stuff is amazing.

You’re swimming in the crowd. So dizzy. The rhythm is pounding. Pounding. Pounding. You’re soaring through the air, through a tunnel of light.

And sirens cry out, and Mother is weeping.