In summer afternoons, when you wake up from the deep dive of dreams, you often find yourself in the state of uncertainty. For a brief period of time, you can't differentiate between your dreams and the lucid reality. Yeah, I was feeling the same, but from the last two hours. Everything looked real and was present in front of me but all of this, the clouds, the citadel, the man, don't make a pint of sense. I had my head banged against the wall, pinched by arm ,even washed up my face. It was not a dream. I was there. I was lying on the bed while thinking about all this, when telephone on the table rang. "Dear Obliviant, You're acquaintance is humbly awaited at the 8th floor of east tower. Kindly reach there in half an hour." said a lady in a monotonic tone. The building was separated into three different towers, the middle one being the tallest and the biggest. Each tower had long cylindrical glass beams covering them , making the caste look like a huge pipe organ...