I love nightlife, walking down the streets with friends, giggling while holding each other’s hands. Dressed up like a party slayer with black eyeshadow, blue mascara, and green eyelashes. The other night, we all had plans, and as usual, I was on the sidewalk, returning from a nightclub where we had danced like crazy. In the parking lot, I was waiting for my friend to get the car keys that she had misplaced in one of the bathrooms. Being tired, I had zoned out and suddenly found myself in a nightclub where loud music was taking me into a trance, making me feel like I was flying while doing hip-hop moves, swinging and flexing my leg muscles. Just then, the club went darker than usual, smoke filled the air, and a burnt man with boiling flesh on his face appeared. I hopped in horror and crashed into another girl, who kept screaming as she burned. I started running toward the nearest exit and found a pile of burned bodies before losing control and falling. My friend pulled me into the car, put the seatbelt on, and asked what had happened. The next morning, I saw news of 56 people killed in a fire in Macedonia, and it felt as if I had been pulled into that moment last night. Even though in a different dimension, I could see the exact emotions of the people burning inside the club when the fire struck. I am still wondering—how was I connected to it?
*Inspired by the horrifying incident that happened in Macedonia where 56 people got killed by a fire that broke due to lighting effects.
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