Bright pulsing lights taken as a dance floor, sweat as endorphins. If there could’ve been a clearer sign for danger that would’ve been the best case scenario. A maze through a video game with solid warnings instead of hunches you can just shake off. Come to think of it, a sign the scale of a solar flare would suffice. What did it matter anyway? Two decades later you are having coffee with whipped cream on the patio having ignored almost every sign except the one that said go.