shimmerquick

Your invitation to shimmerquick.

There were places to sit. Places to dance. Nooks filled with cushions and lighted globes and shouting faces. Clouds of smoke (...) appearing and disappearing. A cacophony of smells: sweat, slime, food, feathers, flowers. A merchant selling handmade jewellery. A modder showing off a petbot with webbed wings and gem-like eyes. A tray of sugarsnaps upended. A tray of fried root vegetables devoured. The whirs and clicks of gadgets and implants piercing the sound of overlapping languages, all underlaid with the thick thoom-thoom-thoom that made the dancers buck and sway.

p. 76, 'a closed and common orbit', becky chambers.