The dance was primal. The beat echoed off the canyon walls & all the dancers knew the steps, even the first timers. It was a dance from deep down in the hind brain. The tea just opened the path so they could let that primal piece of them out.
The flames of the fire danced with them. Smoke curling into the night air.
For 1 dancer, something else took control. Something deeper than instinct. Someone who hadn't danced for millennia. The beat pounded deep into the night.
They danced.
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