Everyone emerges from vehicles, strapping their possessions to their backs. The expanse of smooth concrete and the lack of buildings resemble a concentration camp. Tents crowd the landscape. People mill aimlessly about. Music erupts and bodies surge forward, like cattle going to slaughter.
Limbs flail, bodies dance.
No shade, no relief. The sun descends, the heat lessens. Shadows dance throughout the night, music pulsates through the early morning. The sky lightens, bringing heat. Bodies, baking under a glowing orange ball, bounce to the rhythms.