Other people might feel they were on top of the world but not Arianna.
Though not the tallest in Cinnabar, the building where she worked was not to be underestimated. Standing on the rooftop, Arianna reached to the indifferent sky and stole a star. Crystalline celestial object, expected to give its holder joy, twinkled on the palm of her hand.
Arianna made gingerly steps towards the edge. A chill tried to stop her motion but to the cold she was already immune.
She extended her arm outward, her star slipping to the colorful traffic down below.