The Real Party Time

It was buzzing, moderately electrifying. From the rattling in my ribs, to the thumping in my feet… the moment I walked back outside my bedroom walls, I could immediately feel it all.

Adalia wasn't lying when she said it had gotten louder. Even for me, I was half-tempted to scurry back inside to shield my hearing from an early expiration date. 

I didn't recognize the atmosphere outside anymore… beforehand, even at its highest peak, there was still a sense of sense to be found somewhere amidst the revelry. But now, hearing what I'm hearing marching across the hall, it was just… chaos.

Then the view opened up—turning, my eyes peering over the railings, and I promptly realized that chaos was putting things mildly. Like ants, crawling, swarming ants, they were everywhere. I couldn't have been gone for more than ten minutes, fifteen at most… so why… where… where did all these people come from?!