Timmy jumps up and down on his couch. “May I present to you Artificial Sky and the Wheel of Fortune.” The cameras show Prophet Xitler in his Royal Tower, with Eliza Day and a bunch of senators next to him, clapping hands enthusiastically. “I have experienced Instant-CGI,” continues Timmy. “I heard about weekends on the moon. I have seen the most breathtaking visual effects. But this?” He keeps jumping. “This is what you have never ever dreamed of. Artificial Skyyyyy.” Every time the Wheel of Fortune rolls, seasons change. I mean it. Dame Fortuna pushes the wheel for the first time. The first change is from the sunny morning to autumn. Brown leaves start falling upon us from the artificial sky, spiraling around us in circles. Cold and windy weather sends chills up my spine. I can smell the distinct crispness in the air. Trees grow out of the circular hole through the middle, like Jack Beanstalk’s famous tree, growing out of nowhere without soil or land, out of air. The leaves are yellow, orange, and red.
