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Beats flow through the crowd as a circuit, pulsing beneath gilded illuminations; each note a palpitation. We are one.

Perfume from a dress twisted into wreaths of vodka sweat..

“Ephemeral ghosts that exist but don’t. That breathe, but don’t.”