The camera glides through the recreation district. People in Glitter-Tech suits, vendors with cargo drones, holographic billboards promising luxury and delights in every physical and psychological variety. Over everything lies a constant hum of technology, mingled with distant whistling and celebrations that reach even here.
The figure walks through the crowd, inconspicuous and at the same time notably strange. Its coat draws the attention – it is not the typical outfit around here, but of a traveller between worlds.
The camera pans to a solitary building nestled between two towering, spire-like high-rises/spacescrapers: the"Pantheon-Bar". It’s lower, almost crouched in the shadow of the giants around it, but its entrance is framed by soft neon light pulsing in muted hues. A contrast to the static, modern, cold architecture surrounding it.
Beyond the bar’s roof, a gigantic building looms with the inscription: “ZERO-G STADIA.” Blazing beams of light flash from its roof toward the sky, slicing the orbit in endless, colourful cones. The dull rhythm of distant music vibrates through the streets -the echo of the arena.
The figure stops before the bar. The camera lingers behind their shoulder: in the foreground the Pantheon with its warm invitation; in the background the stadium’s cold majesty. A quiet moment before its decision.
They step forward, place a hand on the door, and then a gentle push.
CUT TO BLACK – door opens with a dull tone.