arch

I want you to stuff a ballroom in it, slap an arch in there, and then pack in an Oval Office, so I'm living in a Trump version of Backrooms.

Any survivors are treated to a view of tremendous arches spanning the sky, glimmering in the sunlight, illuminating the night sky more brilliantly than any full moon ever could, while meteor showers of moondust fill the sky.

“...it was all ridges and furrows; the balls were live hedgehogs, the mallets live flamingos, and the soldiers had to double themselves up and to stand on their hands and feet, to make the arches.”