Sinister nightlife

You're walking through the city at night. The streets are wet and deserted in a fashion so cliche it must be a dream or a commercial. You're followed by a mist which, in another concession to preposterousness, has shaped itself into something purplish and ghostly. The song you've got stuck on repeat has scrambled your brainwaves, changed the shape of your own motion, and finally turned you into someone else altogether. You are officially ready for dancing.

Skatebard - Data Italia