Time froze at this moment.
The orange sign of Devil's Paradise Nightclub, in the night sky, quietly maintained its elegance and conspicuousness. Surrounding the top circular venue of the enormous Alaska Space City were sturdy railings and pale blue windproof screens.
If one were to climb over the railings and walk beyond the screen, they would free-fall eighteen hundred meters, crashing onto the street on 9th Street, turning into a pile of flesh without a single intact bone.
Death would arrive before you felt any pain.
A few space cities even taller and more magnificent than the Alaska Space City stood quietly around, some near, some far.
In the distance, only the outlines of tall buildings, flickering neon lights, and colossal advertisement screens on the walls could be seen. For those nearby, you could even see through the facade to the bustling offices inside, and the young women laughing hand-in-hand with shopping bags on the escalators.
