Golden karma fireworks blossomed across the midnight sky of Galactic Wall Street.
They did not burst with gunpowder or sulfur.
Instead, they exploded into sparkling showers of dissolved interest notes and glowing golden clearance stamps that drifted down like warm summer snow.
For three days and three nights, the celebration never stopped across the Central Milky-Way Exchange Ring.
The grand trading floor of the former Supreme Bullion Tower had been transformed into an enormous public festival hall.
Where mahogany desks and debt-foreclosure auction blocks had once stood, ten thousand banquet tables now stretched across the polished diamond-mosaic floor.
Grandma Chen’s wonton pots steamed at every corner, filling the air with the rich aroma of star-shrimp broth, ginger, and fresh scallions.
Beside her, Little Guo’er ran around with wooden trays piled high with candied lotus roots, pressing sweet treats into the hands of every passing child.
