Have these people eaten mouse bait or something?
Looking at the scene inside the White Tower, Fu Qian was struck by a bout of reflection.
In a suddenly expansive space, waves of noise rolled over one another.
There were men and women, old and young, their cheers and screams intermingling.
Some were simply meaningless howls, sounding like demonic donkeys.
All of this echoing together oddly reminded one of a tune called "Dance of the Swarming Bees," making it hard to keep from scratching one's ears.
From the inside, the building looked even more magnificent than from the outside, though the architectural style left something to be desired.
The vast space and spiraling white columns put one in mind of an unbelievably grand cathedral.
However, at the base of the space was an area akin to the Roman Colosseum, surrounded by densely packed honeycomb-like stands.
