The bright neon lights of the city flood the streets with an ethereal, mystical glow. I read a scientific article years ago that says such bright lights were used to simulate sunlight, to keep people awake and spending more money. Fascinatingly the light created another effect, it revealed a truth about the world around it. Watch, as we start at the outskirts of the city, the leftover light shows nothing but flaws, dirt, scratches, the human touch of living affixed upon the old stones. Whilst here, the grime couldn't be ignored. But as you approached the center of the city, the casino spared no expense in keeping the streets clean of that same grime. Thus I knew the Pontifex's words to be true, only through the casino could holiness be found.
The casino at the center of the city acted as a beacon for my on my holy pilgrimage, and as my journey reached it's conclusion, The whole of the casino was laid out before me, and I began to weep, for I had finally seen the face of my god. Sublime white marble crafted into beautiful mathematically perfect lines, subtle gold trim that shone like the sun itself. Dauntingly massive, the whole structure struck me to my very core. I reverently stepped unto the soft velveteen red passage to the building. And came face to face with a statue of the Pontifex himself.
The statue was true beauty. Perfect features chiseled into a stern but happy face. His eyes gently watching me, like a father watching his children play. His hands outstretched, offering me a place by his side. It was perfect.
After being baptized in the glow of the statue, I continued onward towards the casino doors, met by two blank faced guards. They simultaneously opened the door, allowing me into the temple of my faith. And I stepped inside.
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