The hall disappeared. He was standing on a sunny street in an incredible city. Towers of white stone and silver soared into the turquoise sky, not ships, but graceful platforms hovered between them. The air was filled with laughter, music, and the scent of exotic flowers. He was a little boy, and his mother, a woman with kind eyes and a scorpion sign on her clothes, was leading him by the hand, pointing to the ghost whales flying in the sky. He felt her love, her warmth, her boundless sense of security.

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