Drives which make you run in a circle. What makes a country really go, after all? After the aftermaths of the Sixth of May Tragedy, perhaps it all deflates — the power assets of the energy industry, the will of the people, the pulse of ambition itself.

Dario David IV was being ironic when he provided his own father-master, Nunzio Nicola III, the means of an Anuclear Power Plant — PM-3A Mk Murdock Station, Antarctica — to light on Ayola Park. The humungous elliptical-shaped perimeter city-capital construction, where most of the offices and bureaucratic establishments reside, cannot stand a chance as the Mag-lev trains spin around, round, and round.

There’s not enough time in one life to dedicate both hearts and minds. Therefore, people relish pragmatic humbug to get to the top of their slide. However, at the end of the day, they reach the Penrose stairs of their knees. Everybody sitting in the middle of nowhere — the heart of the motherland — and suddenly it’s groom and black.

It’s a little too early in the midnight hour for the Government to dismiss its sessions, not to mention the well-known discomfort of the evening. So there are a million, billion, trillion infinite chances to Go Connects.

This is why, to increase country revenue — with the principle of indetermination by Prof. Christensen Adolf Heisen Beaux-Leaux and Simon Faber Contal Quart — they let out their properties through Mr A builder of dreams’ lab and country household.

Stone corridors hum with the echo of commerce; marble floors reflect pale lamps and soft ambition. The castle breathes like an organism — man-made, determined, alive. Outside, the air tastes of frost and promise. Inside, papers are signed, connections forged, ideas heated like iron.

Because in the end, every circle leads home — to where impossible things become simply possible, and the ordinary turns extraordinary once more.