The Golden Pillar Hotel, Shigö, Kashtan Lightdomes. Lightdomes had been the defining feature of the Kashtanese capital's night skyline for as long as he could remember. From the balcony, the smoke of his cigarette disappearing into the rainy night, he watched as the large searchlights on either side of the Hall of the Supreme Idea slowly passed to one side, crossing the light domes from the other side, before returning to their original position, spectacularly centerpiecing the domed abomination exhaling the ideological purity of the Republican -ism, whatever that was at any given moment. For a brief moment he had considered hosting the International Open Forum, that idea concocted within the Party to further vaccinate the country against unpleasant surprises by giving it a sense of ownership over the flow of international discourse, inside the Hall as a grotesque, yet highly amusing, perversion of its purity metaphors, yet ultimately it had been concluded that it would only take away from the mystery surrounding the capital's prominent landmark - trivializing the IDRK was something to be avoided, both for domestic and international purposes. He flicked his cigarette down into the night below. --- The reception hall of the exclusive hotel had been lavishly decorated, and bowls of exotic fruit (a rarity for the common Kashtanese) and other snacks were strategically placed among the standing tables alongside an ample supply of sparkling wines and other alcoholic beverages. Located just under the roof, the large windows gave way to a breathtaking view over the capital, which was shrouded in a few clouds today much to Gurak Lyam's displeasure. The Minister of Foreign Affairs and Friendship would have to see to it that the official pictures from the summit would be getting the image editing treatment. What was more pleasing to him was the large poster above the entrance of the hall showing a beautiful picture of the International Open House nested on the side of Lake Kesil to the North-West at the shore of the Golden Sea, built in record time to accommodate the meeting tomorrow. In fact, construction was ongoing even at this very moment and would probably continue until shortly before the arrival of the delegations. It had been the President himself who had suggested that it would be a great idea to manifest the International Open Forum in the shape of the building, and Lyam had been eager to oblige. After all it was easy to please a man who's go-to answer to problems was constructing new buildings. Therefor it had been concluded that every morning the delegations would depart from their quarters in the Golden Pillar, channeled to the International Open House to give prestigious photography options to Kashtanese media and then returned to the Golden Pillar for the night. But that was all in the future. Tonight, there would be boozing and mingling.