The Metro. The escalator down. Someone throws coins on the ballast. They are fun calling. Tension vibrates in the space, people have removed their hands with a bracelet, go to the side.
And here from below is communicated by the finest, gentle girl voice, enhanced by echo:
“Look for the eggs to sound like this on all stages, the bell tower is heroic.
The coins sharply silenced. The escalator handplunged.