Techno

I blinked and it was 4AM. The floor was lava, the lasers were sentient, and some guy with LED socks screamed “UNCE UNCE UNCE” until his pupils turned into BPMs. There was a crow yelling about freedom, perched on a speaker like it paid rent. I swear it nodded at me. My chest was vibrating like a microwave full of forks, and the brim of my hat said ON THE FREAKIN FLOOR like a commandment from the rave gods. Did I kiss a stranger? Maybe. Did I shuffle so hard I split a timeline? Probably. One thing’s for sure—this hat held it together better than I did. Techno cracked open the night. I’m still buzzing.