As the sun sets on our beloved Dance of the Ancients, we find ourselves lost in a sea of flailing arms and spinning bodies. The once-sleek movements have given way to a frenzied, tribal rhythm, with participants flailing like wet raptors in a maelstrom of confusion and terror.
It's time to take a step back, assess the situation, and ask ourselves: what's going on here?
The Prophets of the Dance have spoken:
Perhaps, just perhaps, we've been looking at this the wrong way. Maybe the dance isn't just a mindless, destructive force, but a powerful tool for social commentary?
Or maybe, just maybe, we're all just a bunch of idiots who can't tell the difference between a dance and a cult.