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The music died.

He turned and looked through the shattered glass doors. Fifty people, maybe more, were still dancing. They had been dancing for seventy-two hours straight, fueled by stolen champagne,末日-grade ecstasy, and the collective delusion that if they just kept moving, the end wouldn't catch them. Apocalypse Partys Over-HI2U

He took the bottle but didn’t drink. “Look up, Mira.” The music died

A girl with glitter smeared across her cheekbones stumbled out onto the balcony. Her name was Mira. She was holding two half-empty bottles of something expensive. Her eyes were wide, not with fear, but with the manic glow of someone who had decided that terror was boring. They had been dancing for seventy-two hours straight,

The countdown hit zero three hours ago. Not to the end of the world—but to the end of the party.