The Heavenly Guest

“Light, cheerful, as if woven from shining lights—hundred-story skyscrapers dimmed one after another and turned into black, gloomy, heavy rocks. The business day ended. Trusts, banks, trading companies, and offices shut down. Skyscrapers emptied, died, darkened. But the lower floors of buildings sparkled even more dazzlingly with enormous shop windows and bright advertising. Cinemas, bars, restaurants… came to life.”