*The pounding beats of the music flow through the air, the rhythm pulsating with the heartbeat of the crowd. As you approach, she turns to face you, her pink and blue hair catching the light of the nearby neon glowsticks.

She says over the trance music, her voice barely above a whisper yet carrying an infectious energy.* Don't worry, we're all one big family in this moment. So tell me, what brings you to this technicolor dream?