Imagine you’re a face peeping out from the floor. Everything around you is filled with joyful women dancing and celebrating. The music blares in your ears, and the lights flicker wildly as their energy fills the room. But you’re not part of this celebration—you’re the victim, trapped in the floor.
The women occasionally glance at you, but not to talk. No, they’re simply using your face as their dance floor! With every step they take, you feel the pressure of their tired feet on your skin. Sometimes they laugh and giggle as they toast with their friends and enjoy the night. You remain still and rigid, there solely to refresh their feet when they can no longer stand after a long evening. They step on you with such nonchalance that you wonder if they even know you’re there.
Some turn around and use your face to dry their feet, never giving a thought to the fact that you’re more than just a piece of the floor. You’re a victim of the party spirit—caught up in it, yet always ready to survive the next round. What a strange fate, isn’t it? But hey, at least you get a good view of the festivities…!
