The lights were vibrant, lively, beautiful, like slices of clear skies were torn and planted down on the floating city. The bride’s mouth opened, then closed, opened again, like a bobbing bird skimming for fish in the long stretches of sea around the floating city. There were some inhabitants in the floating city who owned hover cars if their workplace was on the opposite side of where everyone resided. That was when you realized, time passed differently on the floating city. You could go back to the floating city, continue to work, but then, who would you be living for there?