Seven hundred people cowered on a vast landscape, cold and alien under harsh lights. They didn't know what was happening, much less how small and vulnerable they were. They heard the crowd and were confused. They held each other as those who do these things tried to take control.
They didn't know how doomed they were. They were on a catwalk. A flat platform, stretching into a crowd of press and spectators. The pounding music began. In seconds, models would walk along this path. They were professional. They would not pay attention to 'ants' although they may complain later...
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