Watching from afar, I remain hidden and seemingly omniscient. For an instant the faceless croud swallows her, but she is not easily disguised as she has a thick shrive of individuality gushing through her veins. She has become lost in the music and she embraces each of its progressions with a new gesture that is unique to her and her only, while desperatly clinging to the rhythm in the hope that it will last forever and her soul will fly free tonight. Ecstasy has pulled the plug in her brain and all thoughts have gurgled out, clogging the pipes of reality. She delves deeper into her peak. Some would say that she has lost herself, but that is far from the truth. She has lost everything but herself and is compleatly at peace. As she feels it she is in a deserted hall, filled only by the immensity of the music and decorated by the pulsating glow of coloured lights, there are countless others like her out there, all coming together to form the faceless crowd who are dancing in unison, weaving an intricate web over their senses, remembered in the morning only by the dancing to the noises of train carriages and the ringing of their ears.
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