Ascending the staircase, Altair caught sight of that familiar silhouette, her gown shimmering in golden hues like flowing sunlight, dazzling and commanding attention. Surrounding her were hundreds of golden masks, floating like the corona of the sun, adding to her radiance.
They were in the revolving restaurant, where the view outside the glass windows shifted gently with the rotation. She sat at the center, her gaze attentively in the panorama beyond the glass.
Altair moved to her side, following her line of sight to the landscape outside. The Golden Sun Restaurant, towering like a high-rise, overlooked the bustling underworld market below.