The night had already set in as the streets began to glow with the soft light of magical lanterns. Their carriage rolled away from the Clear Sky Tower, a magnificent structure now illuminated against the dark sky. Alice peeked her head out of the window, her eyes wide with wonder.
"One, two, three…eight," she counted, her small finger pointing at each floor of the tower. "Father, there are eight floors."
"Alice missed one," Spark pointed to the very top of the tower. "Do you see that small tower? That's also a floor."
There was a small peak-like structure at the top, far smaller compared to the other floors, barely visible from the ground.
Alice squinted, trying to see the tiny structure perched at the tower's summit. "Father, what's in the top of that tower?"
Spark thought for a moment before replying, "A old man lives on the top of that tower."
"An old man?" Alice tilted her head in puzzlement. "Why is he living at the top?"
