knocked down and replaced with a window, at seeing new light being let in. Though nothing seemed to be special about the plaza environment itself, though I’d seen them thousands of times in my life, I felt as if I were seeing such a thing for the first time.

The street, resembling that of a South American city, was crowded with people, coming and going in small groups and large; some wore uniforms and carried weapons from games, some wore outrageous costumes that would have broken the laws of physics in the real world; some ascenders glided through the sky on wings of their own crafting, or on fabricated creatures. Constantly, I saw them appearing and vanishing. All of it seemed like some kind of supernatural subway station, from which we could travel to anywhere in Dynamic Reality within a few seconds.

“There really is a whole universe up here,” I remarked as I stepped out into the street, as I took in the sight of the musicians performing and the bell-ringers instructing, as I saw the subtle shifts in the server-skyscrapers at the imaginative whims of their