Written by: Thong Tran

Strobe lights flickered throughout the expanse. 
And with an array of varying colors, 
it displayed a mesmeric pattern that shadowed a deep entrancement. 
The sounds, an orchestra of chaos; so artfully unruly. 
Each thrashing bass, a seething burst of air, of vibration; it pulsated our bodies.
A constant, rippling sensation echoed, 
commanding movement to its every beat,
like listless puppets of the night dance.
Those around with blank faces, unknown and unheard of
So clustered, cluttered and concealed, 
visible only, were the split flashes of color. 
Arms, legs, constricted by space, 
but to each, it was our minds, 
a realm of boundlessness; a physical infinity.