Rave Da Meduza (original Mix) ⟶

Leo didn't listen. He couldn't. The track reached its peak, a chaotic symphony of "Meduza" vocal chops and relentless percussion. He felt his limbs grow heavy, not with exhaustion, but with a strange, rhythmic rigidity. It was as if the music was turning the dancers into living statues, frozen in a state of perpetual movement.

The air in the warehouse was thick enough to swallow. It smelled of ozone, sweat, and something older—something like salt and wet stone. At the center of the room, the DJ booth sat like an altar. When the first notes of the began to snake through the crowd, the atmosphere shifted. It wasn't just a beat; it was a physical weight. Rave da Meduza (Original Mix)

The rave was over, but Meduza’s pulse was now a part of him. Leo didn't listen

As the final beat dropped and the room faded to a ringing silence, Leo stood perfectly still. His heart was still racing, but his mind was calm. He looked down at his hands, expecting to see gray stone. Instead, he just saw the faint glow of a neon stamp on his wrist—a serpent coiled in a circle. He felt his limbs grow heavy, not with