Somewhere through the night, what had once been a circus of joy, laughter, and good times, had somehow now transformed itself into this delusional nightmare. Loud music and alcohol disguises this pretentious atmosphere into a perversion of the truth - that we are all ignorant, lonely, and pathetic beings, and the only thing that brings us together are fermented drinks that blur the spaces between our secluded little worlds. This blanket of little lives, if they can be lives at all, converge foolishly together, further veiling their sad, pathetic existence. While they lustfully dance the night away, the stars conspicuously glimmer, but seem imperceptible. Rich laughter cascades the still night, and plumes of hot breath hang in the air, if only for a moment. Like the stars before them, these plumes go unnoticed.
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