PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
The people crammed into the arena screamed and cried, worshiping the images on the screens, begging for their gods to honor them. Some even prostrated themselves on the ground, but were trampled by the dazed, crazed crowds.
Amped-up music added to the maelstrom. Drumbeats were deafening. Some people wanted to get out.
When they discovered that all exits were blocked, they panicked.
Suddenly the music stopped. A black pall of silence dropped over the crowd. One lone voice, deep and resonant, said, “You have chosen what you have chosen.”