In matchless precision this great throng advances until at least a circle of heroic figures is formed under the vault of heaven. The music mounts to its climax and begins to diminish. A glorious burst of many-colorful lights floods the scene. The music becomes fainter, thinner. Streamers of light break from the zenith and pour down upon the fabulous scene.
Day begins to break and the marchers vanish.
The first big show of the fair is at the end. The spectator passes to the Helicline, a long slowly descending spiral walkway, which leads back to earth again and out of the strange, inspiring dream of Democracity. It's noon outside. The sun's standing above the apex of the Trylon. Newer and more glorious tints of color are brought out by the sun in its advance.