A Grey Aperture. Steel and Stone, Impossibly Smooth

An abundance of white-blue suns, their lights unshattered, shines down on a midnight road. Towers, brickless and adorned in magnificent glass, rise from the celestial light.

Below, more glass encircles yet more glass. Trapped inside, a flare of strange dancers, barely dressed in luxurious rags, sway their bodies to discordant wails. Strangers, appropriately dressed in confusing fashions, pass you by and shake their heads. They seem numb to the enticing shades, and you are the only one to stop and to adore.

You are now: Walking the Unfallen Cities

You wake with your cock in your hand.