Silver & Silk Tower rises above the old city like a beacon of hope. Amidst gray buildings and dull, nondescript establishments, it glows bright and shines with its own light, as if it belongs to a new age, leaving the others behind in the old world. At the entrance, a crimson carpet unfurls from the curb to the tall glass doors. Cars glide to a halt, doors swing wide, and guests step out into the sea of flashes from the paparazzi. Dressed in gowns made of rich fabrics and vibrant colors, the ladies float in the arms of men wearing expensive tuxedos. The air is filled with people calling famous names, one's popularity measured and declared by the click of cameras. Inside, the inaugural party is being held at the vast main gallery. Crystal chandeliers hang in spirals, scattering a thousan

