Brandenburg, February. Outside, snow. Inside, a beach, a rainforest, and a sky that changes every night.
Elke Schröder had given up flying a decade ago, so her granddaughter Mia took her to the sea instead: a dome that had once been a hangar for airships, where half of Berlin came for the weekend. The dome chose the sky most nights; on Fridays the guests voted. Summer, all winter long, powered by the solar field around it.
