I don’t go dancing much these days, not that I ever did, but I really had only one set of moves.
I called them The Azathoth.
Because I danced like A GOD.
Also, because humans who viewed the eldritch and inarticulate gyrations to the unholy beat of the indifferent cosmos instead of the music tended to be stricken with madness at the sight of arms gyrithing like tentacles and a head nodding and grinning like an arisen Great Old One.
I was literally a terror on the dance floor.
