You must see it to believe it. Exceptional. Beyond belief. A city made of white. A city made of LIGHT! The money is bad here. My pockets. Oh, the void. I still smell of ash. You want more than a quarter of it? A match, a strike, a flame. But up we rise, toward the sun and the moon. And down toward the sea where there stands a ghost ship. A gift from God to an old world awash with new. Let us gather, celebrate, enjoy. You must see it to believe it.
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