Do you see it?” he whispered, staring past the girls out onto the dance floor beyond. “The dancers, they’re dancing to the beat of the blood in my veins.”
Lycia followed his gaze. She felt light-headed. It was as if Aster’s intoxication was rubbing off on her. She watched the dancers, and realized the beat of the music did indeed sound like a quickening heartbeat. The dancers writhed at a ferocious pace, so fast that they began to fuse together. Heads and arms joined, legs were tangled around torsos, but still they moved faster. They became one enormous beast formed from a thousand bodies.
“Aster, what’s happening?” Lycia asked in a trembling voice.
“You’re looking at it the wrong way,” he said.
Hesitantly, Lycia leaned over in her chair until her head was upside down. A high-pitched keening filled her ears. She was plummeting toward the glittering, swirling ceiling, which had now become the floor. The undulating mass closed in to create a squirming tunnel that glistened and shimmered as it whirled around her. Lycia cried out and sat upright, but nothing changed. The ceiling was still below her and she was spiraling down toward it.