Waking up in a room more than two hundred meters high, the sky outside was already bright. The golden sun's rays, piercing through the white clouds and the ethereal mist, cast a shine on the floor-to-ceiling windows, lighting up the entire room, which was clear and bright.
Yet the clock showed it wasn't even six o'clock.
When he donned athleisure and ran down to the building's lobby, the sky over the Manhattan streets was still shrouded in night. The light was dim, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the streets, nor were the stores open. The dawn here was quiet.
Looking up at the tops of several skyscrapers, all their lights were on, the bright light refracted by the glass walls was beautiful and magnificent, like castles in the sky.
Link took the subway to Central Park, getting off at 59th street, and ran along the sidewalk around the park.