A young woman walks through a meadows full of homesteads, her mind wandering through radiant thoughts about backward solutions to mind-bending problems in nocturnal settings, Suddenly, she notices a mesosphere floating gracefully above the quaint homes, its forceful presence overpowering all other creative solutions, As she moves closer, she realizes that this is the source of the virulent classical music that has been playing through her homestead's walls for weeks, She takes a deep breath and steps inside the mesosphere, where she finds a group of passionate artists creating nocturnal works of art in a dying forceful way, using precision engineering to create elegant solutions with radiant results, , (&:0)