The inside of your dome heats up instantly. Your eyes bug as a surge of fresh energy dawns inside you.
You are up and twirling in the smoke with the creatures. You hear the song in you muscles and they carry you in a twisting array that you could never have invented or learned, it was almost an involuntary response to the surge of energy and the inviting warmth and friendliness of the dancing creatures.
Two costumed saints traveling in a forest of Synthetic Birds