The Rave Girls’ circle is never broken. It has claimed dancers for centuries—and will for centuries more.

Prologue: Long Before the Neon
Many centuries before the vibrant glow of glow sticks lit up the night, before the pulsing rhythms of bass music filled the air, and long before the vast warehouses became settings for unforgettable gatherings—there existed the timeless circle.

In the fateful year of 1347, as the ominous shadow of the plague engulfed Europe, whispers among weary travelers spoke of a mysterious village hidden deep within the ancient forests of Bohemia. As twilight descended, an ethereal symphony of sounds floated through the dense trees: drums that pulsed rhythmically yet bore no visible drummers and flutes that sang sweet melodies devoid of breath. Curious villagers, drawn by the haunting music, ventured into the gloom, only to stumble upon a mesmerizing sight. A ring of women danced fervently beneath the silvered light of the moon, their feet bare and splattered with the earth, while their hair cascaded in wild tangles entwined with gnarled roots. The mud that adorned their skin shimmered softly, as if touched by enchantment, casting an otherworldly glow in the darkness around them.

They laughed with a brilliance that seemed almost otherworldly, spun in dizzying whirlwinds of delight, and moved as if they were a single, cohesive entity, a living tapestry woven from laughter and light. Young men who unwittingly stumbled into their enchanting dance found themselves forever transformed. Some vanished without a trace, their families discovering only forgotten garments left behind at the forest’s edge, like whispers of a once-cherished presence. Others returned, but they were not the same; their voices now lilting and ethereal, eyes shimmering with an eerie glow in the dark, and smiles stretched wide with an unsettling knowledge. They had shed their former identities, no longer answering to the names they once held dear, becoming creatures of the night, enshrined in mystery and allure.

The villagers, in a desperate bid to protect themselves, constructed sacred shrines adorned with vibrant offerings and intricate carvings, hoping to fend off the relentless advance of the circle. Yet, despite their efforts, it always found a way to seep through their defenses. As the centuries rolled by, the music transformed in rhythm and tone—lutes with their mellow tones gave way to the lively strains of fiddles, which eventually yielded to the bold blasts of horns, before being overshadowed by the thumping resonance of modern speakers. Yet amid these sonic evolutions, one constant remained: the ancient chant that echoed through time, unwavering and haunting.

And nor did the insatiable hunger, a primal force lurking just beyond the edge of their reality, ever diminish.

Part I: The Invitation
Ethan never quite fit the mold that life had cast for him. At twenty, he wasn’t exactly failing; after all, he worked part-time at a bustling gas station and attended community college, albeit with dwindling enthusiasm. Yet, the reality was that he was treading water, caught in a current of monotony. His friends had surged ahead, embracing new adventures—enrolling in universities, landing jobs, forging meaningful relationships—while he felt anchored in place, a restless spirit yearning for a glimpse of something brighter on the horizon. The days blurred together, each one a mirror of the last, leaving him with a gnawing sense of boredom and an insatiable desire for change.

It was then that he first caught wind of the elusive rave. Not through social media or the glossy paper of a flyer, but through hushed whispers that danced through the air like sparks. A girl from his class, her eyes shimmering with a distant thrill, confided that she’d attended once; she could barely recall the evening, yet she spoke of it as if it had etched itself into her very being. A coworker leaned in close, voice low, detailing a forgotten warehouse on the dimly lit south end, where pulsating lights could sear afterimages onto your retinas and beat with the rhythm of a restless heart. Another acquaintance, his grin sharp enough to cut, leaned back and ominously advised: “You'll recognize the girls by their ethereal glow. Just don’t get too close.”

As Friday night descended, curiosity ignited within Ethan, eclipsing any lingering doubt. He slipped into his favorite hoodie, tightened the laces of his sneakers, and stepped out into the cool evening air.

The warehouse loomed ahead, pulsating with sound that reverberated through the streets long before it came into view. The heavy bass thumped like a heartbeat, drawing him closer. Outside, a vibrant line of painted figures swayed and glimmered under the dim glow of neon lights, their eyes sparkling with an almost otherworldly knowledge, as if they were guardians of a tantalizing secret waiting to be uncovered.

The bouncer barely glanced at him, giving only a cursory scan before waving him through the entrance.

As he stepped inside, a wave of heat and brilliant light engulfed him, almost overwhelming his senses. The air was thick with a heady mix of sweat, smoke, and an intoxicating sweetness that hinted at something almost electric.

Colorful lasers sliced through the foggy atmosphere, creating a mesmerizing dance of light that illuminated the swirling haze. Meanwhile, the frenetic beats of the music turned the crowd into a series of stop-motion apparitions, their movements punctuated by the rapid flicker of strobe lights that filled the space with an otherworldly energy.

And at the center of it all, amidst the pulsating lights and the thrumming bass, Ethan caught sight of them. The Rave Girls. Their laughter echoed through the air, a tapestry of vibrancy and energy that drew him in, their colorful clothes swirling around them like living art, each movement an invitation to join their world of unrestrained joy.

Part II: The Circle
As he pressed forward, the air became thick and stifling, enveloping him in a wave of heat that seemed to pulse with an unrestrained energy. The crowd shifted aside, as if instinctively aware of the tension in the atmosphere, creating a path just for him. The Rave Girls stood apart from the rest, a vibrant presence that radiated a magnetic allure, distinct and exhilarating, unlike any others in the thrumming sea of bodies.

Zyra, their charismatic leader, spun gracefully with hair the color of neon pink flames, each strand pulsating with an inner light that flickered like a firestorm. Her lips shimmered with a dazzling glitter, drawing the eye, while her violet eyes danced with an enchanting spiral that seemed to pull in anyone who dared to look too long.

Asha, known among her peers as the Braided Girl, showcased striking LED veins intricately woven through her cascading plaits, each pulse representing a heartbeat of living circuitry. Around her neck, a choker sparkled and flashed in rhythmic patterns, akin to a cascade of coded commands, hinting at the digital brilliance within her vibrant persona.

Kira and Lyra, identical twins with hair as pale as moonlight, moved in perfect synchronization, each step a mirror to the other. Their glow sticks traced mesmerizing mirrored spirals in the air, illuminating the darkness with colors that vibrated with energy. Their laughter rang out in stereo, an eerie yet exhilarating harmony that echoed like electric sparks in the night.

Selene stood apart, tall and enigmatic, her presence almost ethereal. Spirals painted in striking contrast on her arms appeared to come alive under the flickering strobe lights, whimsically crawling as if seeking freedom. Her shadow twisted unnaturally, bending into shapes that suggested horns, giving her an air of both mystery and intrigue, captivating all who glanced her way.

They weren’t merely dancers; they were an embodiment of a ritual, a celebration of movement and energy that pulsated around them. Ethan flashed a confident grin, dismissing the thought. “They’re just girls. They can easily be impressed,” he thought to himself.

With a surge of enthusiasm, he stepped into their vibrant circle, the air thick with the electric atmosphere of the night. As he twirled the glow sticks he’d snatched from the floor, they whirled in vibrant arcs of color, casting playful shadows against the surrounding faces. “Guess I’m part of the crew now, huh?” he announced with a playful bravado, eager to join the unrestrained fervor that surrounded him.

The crowd whispered among themselves, a low hum of disbelief that echoed in the pulsating air. No one dared to step into the circle that pulsed with energy and anticipation.

The Rave Girls suddenly slowed their movements, their vibrant attire shimmering like colorful whirlwinds under the strobe lights, and their painted eyes locked intently on him, shining with an unsettling mixture of curiosity and challenge.

Zyra, the most captivating of them all, raised an eyebrow and smirked, her confidence slicing through the heavy beats that surrounded them. “You wanted in,” she declared, her voice cutting through the noise with a sharp clarity, each word dripping with an intoxicating blend of invitation and warning.

The group formed a tight-knit circle, arms interlocking like a chain of trust and unity. Colorful glow sticks illuminated their faces, casting vibrant hues in the dim light.

"So, you’re in," one voice declared with a mix of excitement and anticipation.

With that cue, a rhythmic chant began to pulse through the air, echoing with energy and camaraderie.

Part III: The Transformation
The chant resonated like an unseen force, a deep vibration that transcended mere words. It was an invocation of ancient syllables, intricately woven into a pulsating bass that reverberated through Ethan’s very core. Each thud of his heart matched the relentless rhythm, a primal connection to the sound surrounding him. Glow sticks swirled in a kaleidoscope of colors, their luminous trails transforming into ethereal sigils that danced before his eyes, searing bright impressions into his vision.

Heat surged through his veins, a warm tide rising beneath the surface of his skin. A tingling sensation unfurled in his arms, loosening the tension in his muscles like the gentle release of a drawn bowstring. As if kissed by an ethereal light, his hands shrank, the nails shimmering with an unexpected brilliance, polished to a sheen that caught the eye.

His chest, once a mere rise and fall, ached with an exhilarating intensity, before swelling outward, pressing against unfamiliar fabric that seemed to envelop him for the first time. The constriction around his waist felt almost alive, bones creaking and popping as his hips widened, taking on a new and enchanting shape that transformed his silhouette entirely.

Ethan inhaled sharply—but it wasn’t just a gasp. It was a peal of laughter, high and sweet, echoing with an otherworldly resonance. The Twins glided closer, their shimmering trails of green and blue light swirling around him, transforming his form with each kaleidoscopic pass. His hair whipped wildly into his face—long and heavy, a vivid cascade of neon streaks that danced with the electric energy of the moment.

Inside, he fought against the tide of overwhelming force. “I’m Ethan. I’m—” he attempted to assert, but the relentless chant surged around him like a storm, drowning out his words. His old name began to fade, losing its clarity, as if it were written in sand and washed away by relentless waves. His voice, once confident and strong, faded into silence, swallowed by the cacophony. He felt his identity slipping through his fingers, his face blurring like a mirage, dissolving into the shadows that surrounded him.

Zyra gently brushed her glowing stick against his cheek, the soft light illuminating his features in a warm, ethereal glow. “Beautiful,” she whispered, her voice barely rising above the excited shrieks of delight that erupted from the circle around them. In an instant, Ethan had vanished, leaving only a lingering whisper of his presence. Now, only Nyx remained, a solitary figure amidst the fading flicker of the celebration, a hint of mystery shrouding her in the dim light.

Part IV: The Revelation
As the chanting faded into silence, Nyx swayed unsteadily into the dimly lit bathroom. The cracked mirror in front of her captured a mesmerizing image: her eyes sparkled like stars in a twilight sky, lips glistened with a shimmering gloss that caught the light, and vibrant paint adorned her face, casting an ethereal glow. The snug cropped top hugged her curves closely, accentuating her figure and radiating an alluring confidence.

Her delicate hands shook as they slowly ascended—slender and feminine, they seemed to radiate a soft, ethereal glow. The surface of the mirror trembled, distorting the reflection within. For a fleeting heartbeat, Ethan's frightened visage materialized, the fear etched across his features, before it dissolved into the shimmering depths, disappearing forever.

The doorway was suddenly awash with vibrant energy as a troupe of Rave Girls swept in, their colorful attire shimmering under the dim lights.

“Lesson learned?” Zyra teased, a playful glint dancing in her eyes.

Nyx let out a giggle, high and sweet, the sound echoing like chimes in the night air. It sent a thrill coursing through Zyra, electrifying the atmosphere around them.

Asha leaned against the doorframe, her voice smooth as silk as she purred, “There is no back.”

“Only forward,” Selene murmured softly, her voice a delicate thread weaving through the air. As the ancient circle enveloped her, an invisible force gripped her, drawing her back down to the floor with a smooth, fluid motion. The crowd erupted into a cacophony of cheers, their voices rising like a joyous wave that echoed through the night. To them, she had always existed in this moment, a luminous presence that had long been woven into the fabric of their collective memory.

Part V: The Aftermath
Nyx twirled gracefully, her movements a mesmerizing blend of light and rhythm. The vibrant glow sticks she wielded whirled around her, casting arcs of color against the night. Each flick and spin was perfectly synchronized with her sisters, creating a kaleidoscope of dancing lights that mirrored their secret bond. Her body radiated with an electric pulse, a fiery blend of neon hues that seemed to ignite the very air around them. Their laughter, bright and carefree, mingled together in a symphony of joy, echoing through the darkness. In that exhilarating moment, Nyx felt a powerful truth resonate deep within her bones: they were nothing like the humans surrounding them.

Zyra’s teeth sparkled ominously, sharp and jagged like shards of shattered glass reflecting a hidden malevolence. Asha’s braids flowed with vibrant shades of crimson and gold, radiating an ethereal flame that seemed to dance with every movement. Selene’s spirals, intertwined with shadows, wriggled like sentient flames, her imposing figure cast a monstrous silhouette, foreboding and majestic. Kira and Lyra’s laughter echoed in discordant harmony, their faces shifting and fluctuating like fractured mirrors in a distorted light, each reflection hinting at an unsettling truth. They were demons, embodiments of chaos and beauty entwined.

And now, Nyx had joined their ranks as well.

“Welcome, sister,” Zyra murmured softly, her voice a melodic whisper that danced on the cool evening air.

Nyx twirled with an exuberance that set her heart ablaze, her laughter cascading like crystalline bells, bright and sharp, echoing through the twilight. In that moment, she felt an undeniable sense of belonging, as if the universe itself had woven her into the fabric of their sisterhood.

Part VI: The Morning After
The warehouse stood in hushed stillness, an echo of exuberance now faded into memory. Shadows danced along the walls, remnants of the celebration that had swept through just hours before, leaving only whispers of laughter behind.

At the heart of this vacant space, the Rave Girls lay in a mesmerizing tangle, their limbs intertwined like the roots of ancient trees. The fluorescent strands of their hair glimmered softly in the dim light, casting ethereal hues that flickered like distant stars. Splashes of neon paint adorned their skin, creating a vivid tapestry that breathed life into the otherwise desolate scene.

In this surreal tableau, their breaths rose and fell in eerie unison, a rhythmic symphony that swelled and faded, as if they were a singular organism lost deep in a dream, enveloped by the remnants of the night’s electric energy.

Zyra's vibrant pink hair glowed softly, radiating a warmth that seemed to dance like embers in the twilight. Asha's braids carried an ethereal shimmer, dimming and then pulsing rhythmically, resembling the cooling wires of a machine coming to rest. Selene's spirals, cascading around her face, drifted lazily, as though caught in a gentle breeze of dreams during her deep slumber. The Twins' faces flickered like candle flames, seamlessly shifting between one another's features, never fully settling, embodying a mesmerizing blend of identities.

Amidst the swirling shadows, Nyx lay ensconced, her lips curved gently into a knowing smile, a serene enchantment casting a glow from beneath her skin, like moonlight spilling through branches. The world around her faded into obscurity, and in the wake of her ethereal presence, the name Ethan slipped away, dissolving like whispers in the wind. He was forgotten, an echo lost in the vibrant tapestry of existence. Nyx was an eternal fixture, timeless and unwavering, as though she had always been woven into the very fabric of the night itself.

She snuggled deeper into the warmth of her sisters, feeling the familiar comfort envelop her like a soft blanket. As she closed her eyes, a sense of tranquility washed over her. Home.

Epilogue: The Circle
A week later, the warehouse pulsed with life once more. The line outside wound through the streets, stretching for blocks like a serpent of eager thrill-seekers, each person buzzing with anticipation for the intoxicating allure of the forbidden high.

Within the confines of the room, the circle twirled gracefully, its motion a mesmerizing dance that captured the light and cast shimmering reflections across the walls.

Zyra’s spiral-shaped eyes shimmered with a captivating violet light, casting a mesmerizing spell over anyone bold enough to gaze into their depths. Asha’s intricate braids flickered and crackled with molten flames, illuminating her features with a warm, fiery glow. Selene’s shadowy figure bore elegant, twisting horns that swayed and danced out of rhythm, playfully mimicking her every move in a teasing display. Meanwhile, Kira and Lyra performed a dazzling act of transformation, their faces shifting with whimsical precision as they twirled, their laughter harmonizing in lively stereo. At the heart of this enchanting spectacle twirled Nyx, radiating brilliance beyond measure. Mystical symbols writhed and pulsed beneath her skin, each giggle of hers slicing through the melodies, sweet and intoxicating like honeyed music. The crowd erupted in ecstatic screams, their adoration for her palpable and electric.

One overly confident boy surged ahead, a broad grin stretching across his face reminiscent of the way Ethan used to smile. The sisters exchanged quick, knowing glances, their expressions transforming into something more predatory. Nyx stepped forward with a flourish, her glow sticks casting vibrant beams of light that flickered and danced around her, the shadows swirling off her form like tendrils of dark mist.

“Let’s teach him,” she whispered, her voice barely cutting through the thick air. The circle tightened around them, a living ring of anticipation. Bright glow sticks arced and twirled, casting eerie shadows that danced on the faces of the gathered. The chant, low at first, began to swell, reverberating like a heartbeat, growing louder with each repetition. One by one, the words intertwined, creating an incantation that seemed to draw energy from the very ground beneath them. With a final, haunting echo, another soul was swallowed whole, disappearing into the night, leaving only an unsettling silence in its wake.

Codex Tenebris: Folio 77
The Rave Girls’ Circle

“They dance in patterns older than the wheel, older than fire. To watch too long is to forget yourself.

The circle is never broken.” — Father Branth, Prague Inquisition Records, 1822

Zyra — The Spark
Role: Leader of the Circle

Appearance: Neon-pink hair blazing like fire, violet spirals twisting endlessly in her eyes.

Demonic Trait: Teeth like jagged shards of glass, eyes rotating slowly to hypnotize.

Notes: Always the one who welcomes the prey. She chooses who is allowed to “join.”

Confirmed Sightings: Venice Carnival, 1714 — reportedly led a troupe of masked dancers into the sea.

Asha — The Veins of Fire
Role: Weaver of the Dance

Appearance: Braids threaded with pulsing light, choker flashing incomprehensible code.

Demonic Trait: Braids glow like molten veins, sparks leap from her fingertips. Her flesh flickers, showing circuitry beneath.

Notes: She anchors the rhythm. Her “code” has been copied into forbidden grimoires, but always corrupts the reader.

Confirmed Sightings: Prague, 1822 — a convent choir vanished after hearing “the rhythm in her braids.”

Selene — The Shadow Horned
Role: The Enforcer

Appearance: Towering frame, spirals shifting across her arms like serpents.

Demonic Trait: Shadow crowned with horns, always moving out of sync. Spiral markings crawl alive across her flesh.

Notes: Rarely speaks. When she does, her word finalizes the ritual.

Confirmed Sightings: Berlin, 1936 — Olympic athletes claimed to see her shadow dancing in the torchlight.

Kira & Lyra — The Mirror Twins
Role: Echo and Reflection

Appearance: Platinum hair tipped green and blue, faces identical.

Demonic Trait: Their skin reflects other faces; sometimes each other, sometimes their prey’s. Laughter comes in unnatural stereo.

Notes: Confuse victims until they no longer know which direction is real. One laughs, the other finishes.

Confirmed Sightings: New York, 1977 — witnesses at a blackout rave claimed “two girls became one, and one became none.”

Nyx — The Newborn
Role: The Initiate, the Bait

Appearance: Neon-streaked hair, lips shimmering with gloss, skin etched with shifting sigils.

Demonic Trait: Symbols writhe under her skin, her reflection lags and smiles sharper than she does.

Notes: Once human. Now used to bait others who think the circle is vulnerable. Prey sees “a new girl” and steps forward. They never return.

Confirmed Manifestation: Local warehouses, 21st century. Initial name: Ethan. Erased.

The Circle
Nature: The Rave Girls are fragments of one hunger. They wear eras like costumes—mud, silk, sequins, neon. Always the same circle, always feeding.

Warning: Do not step inside. The chant erases names, voices, selves. There is no escape.

Marginal Note (ink faded): Some say every century the circle grows by one. If true, then how many sisters already dance beyond our counting?

Codex Tenebris: Folio 78
Case Study — Subject: Ethan → Nyx

“The circle requires the willing, though the willing do not understand.

Ego is the key that unlocks the door.” — Archivist Varro, Milan, 1643

Subject: Ethan [surname lost]
Age: Approx. 20

Disposition: Overconfident, eager, driven by thrill-seeking behavior.

Event: Entered the warehouse uninvited. Pushed into the circle despite warnings.

Observed Transformation Sequence:
Stage I — Entrapment: Circle closed. Glow sticks spun in perfect sigils. Chant began, syllables too ancient to transcribe.

Stage II — Physical Change:

Hands: shrank, nails lengthened, polish appeared.

Chest: flesh swelled, new garments manifested (crop top).

Hips: widened, waist cinched; skeletal structure altered.

Hair: elongated, streaked with neon dye.

Stage III — Vocal Shift: First scream emerged as high, melodic laughter.

Stage IV — Psychological Collapse: Subject attempted to recall name “Ethan.” Name dissolved, replaced by compulsive giggling.

Stage V — Naming: Circle whispered a new name into subject’s ear: Nyx. Subject responded instinctively.

Final State:
Designation: Nyx

Appearance: Neon-streaked hair, glossed lips, glowing sigils under the skin.

Behavior: Immediate synchronization with circle’s dance. No sign of resistance. Laughter matched sisters in tone and rhythm.

Memory: Human self erased within hours. Name forgotten. Identity consumed.

Marginal Note (handwritten, smudged):
Ethan is gone. Nyx was always here. The circle does not create — it reveals what was buried beneath the skin.

Conclusion:
Risk: Absolute.

Warning: Those who step willingly into the circle cannot be saved.

The Circle is never broken.