The sound of music reverberates off the walls, through the pillars, along the floor. The very air trembles, and the huge subwoofers hanging from the ceiling corners blast their relentless beats. Amidst the electric feel, the dancers stomp their feet and sweat their frenzy. The gyrating bodies feed off from one another with only the tiniest of spaces holding the insurmountable tension.

Outside, the sun cracks through the aperture of skyscrapers. Dawnlight bathes the city in gold. The mirrors cast off seven, and the fog gently parts for them. The city looks as if through half-risen eyelids, misty and groggily.

Three girls sit shoulder to shoulder on the edge of the pavement. Their heads rest on each other's, legs and feet a tangled mess in front. Worn and weary faces, but the reddish glow on their cheeks could not have given them a more lively disposition. They sit facing the sun, while behind them the club resumed its pressurized chaos.