You spent some time apprenticed as part of the wall, holding back the tide of onlookers, before ascending higher. You had to grab the ankles of the one ahead and be prepared to be dragged away, slowly and slowly spiralling outside the little room of sound. When others tried to break into the chain early it folded, twisted and tightened. The pattern protected itself.

A steady gyre twisted around the wall of the room twice, looped over the top of itself then below to form the ceiling and the floor. Every body passed beneath her, and every one passed above.

The chain rose high above the room, into the flesh of the planet, then came down - moving back to the source of the sound until the point where each took their turn to bite a finger and squeeze their heart’s blood into her mouth.

Having sated her need you felt unsatisfied, uneasy. You moved on, swimming against the press of bodies towards the centre of the planet, towards the single primal pulse you felt beneath the melodies and syncopation around you.