You could hardly wait to join them, and as soon as Bright You finished his pubescent period, becoming what he was meant to be — he grabbed his partner by the shoulder.
Perhaps too roughly. He shouldn’t have done that, because Bright You only got more excited and began pulling off such moves that You’s inner sinews started to spin. The challenge had to be accepted, otherwise Silence would have been deeply upset. And You could not fail to demonstrate his superiority to her, understanding that she did not exist — just like he himself did not.
And so it turned out that the pair consisting of I and Bright I rotated decorously and unhurriedly slightly to the side, while the second pair unleashed insane dances that needed no music, because it was already sounding. Somewhere.
Unable to withstand the surging passion, Bright You jumped straight onto his partner’s torso, wrapping his legs around him. The one below caught him, and they merged in a hot kiss, releasing exothermic chemical reactions akin to oxidation and everything that happens during diligent friction.
The temperature began to drop, though it violently protested against this. It wanted, on the contrary, to rise! I and Bright I, watching the dancers’ efforts, sat down on the dance floor. They squeezed each other’s outstretched hands, enjoying the absence of meaning.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXn6PPMJmu4
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Thump-thump-thump. — the disco ball hummed, imitating hi-hats and a bass drum. — Bang-bang-bang. Unable to withstand the surge of inspiration, it shot upward and punched through the ceiling, knocking from below. The ceiling itself obligingly formed a hole matching the parameters and released the club’s only owner, who had never really been one.
The ball simply flew away.
And Bright You and Bright I did not grow sad. Not at all. They merely moved away from their partners and dozed off. Until the next manifestation of Silence, which had evaporated for now.
The guests exchanged glances. A question ripened in I:
— Should we exit through the opening up there, or enter the door to merge with the echo?
You had no ideas, and so he bid farewell by running a hand across Bright You’s cheek and froze. One only had to wait a couple of heartbeats of the dance floor until it collapsed on its own.
It understood correctly. A visitor’s intention is law for a service sphere that does not serve, does not obey, but embraces everyone who is kin to it.
The floor gathered itself into blinds, and through it I and You dropped down.
Stickiness.
That was what characterized the fall.
The structure resembled honey — not in taste, but in density and high fructose content. The bodies were enriched with all necessary nutrients and felt better. Strength increased, and thus it became more pleasant to fall into nowhere.
— Stuck? — You asked.
— How wonderful that would be. — I let slip dreamily.
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