Before Dimon’s eyes, in the endless space of darkness, a gigantic structure sparkled with multi-colored lights in the distance and in width, although in height and no higher than an ordinary five-story building. Along the entire visible façade one could see multi-colored billboards illuminated by spotlights with some pictures and inscriptions in different languages. The only pompous entrance shimmered with colorful neon lights, reminiscent of Novoarbat casinos. The words on the advertising panels covering the facade of the Terminal became visible: “Welcome to the Dream!” “You have been waiting for this all your life!” “Only here can any desires come true!” “Choose your pleasure!” “Happiness is forever!”