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One night at Burning Man
Burning Man — where every hour can be a surprise
[ EXT DESERT — Nevada. Climate — Hot. Very hot. Sweaty Hot.
Fairy Hotter, flutters her wings and floats above the ground.
Perm-I-Own is busy adjusting his hair, ensuring the heart shapes in his hair maintain their formation.
Filmo is busy looking left, right, up, down, diagonally left, diagonally right, upside down, down side up, finding action, asking for permission to capture it, being met with a 10/90 mix of acceptance sometimes, and a 40/60 acceptance at other times, depending on whether a dust storm just went by, or is about to go by.
Zzeelol is sitting on a mat relaxed, eyes mostly closed, as if meditating, but opening their eyes every time a loud sound is heard, to look for the source of the sound, shake head in dismay, and then slowly shut their eyes again to go back to purring meditation.
The above actions continue in a loop, and people are walking by continuously in various costumes, without costumes, within costumes, some consumed by costumes, and some consuming costumes.
We fast-forward time, watching everything zip by at 20x speed, and watching the sun set over the gang. And finally it is 2 AM.
