This is just a short, short piece that I whipped up on a whim listening to the music that plays during the Zion rave sequence. I figured it's essentially harmless, so why not publish it? Hope you enjoy!
The cave that night pulsed with a heartbeat that was shared by everyone within. Heat, close and dense and stifling, filled the expansive cavern, erasing all memory of cold metal. Everywhere you looked there was movement; sensual, beautifully alive. The sheer energy of life travelled like a shockwave, moving everybody in its wake to a song that was heard deep, deep down inside. The rhythm had gone unchanged for untold centuries: bacchanals throughout the ages, their remnants forever lost in the forsaken world above theirs, had moved to the same song – the song of Life.
The world above had never known a union as beautiful. Ironic that such peace could come from such a horrific war. Everyone danced: alone or with a partner, skilled or maladroit, confident or shy, redpill and Zionite alike following the rhythm of the music or merely their own internal rhythm. Limbs moved with a wild grace, skin brushed skin, and nobody was ashamed. Strangers, brothers, all shared in this intimacy born of pure freedom. Tears flowed as freely as sweat: people laughed, shouted, wept, screamed, anything. Here, the emotions and impulses that were so often restrained during their everyday lives were able to break free, break free and be heard. And let them be heard. Let the Machines, in their cold, emotionless, dead world, hear this celebration.
This is Zion, and we are not afraid!
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