Chapter 16 - PHOENIX ARCHITECTURE|
Six months later.
The summer sun shone brightly over Toronto’s waterfront district.
A massive red curtain hung across the primary plaza of the newly constructed municipal site. Hundreds of citizens, reporters, and architects gathered beneath colorful banners.
Standing at the podium, flanked by Julian Vance and Mayor Tory, was Imara Coulson.
Behind her stood a five-meter bronze plaque displaying the new official name of the project:
THE COULSON THRESHOLD COMMONS.
The crowd erupted into thunderous applause as Imara stepped up to the microphone. She looked out over the sparkling blue waters of Lake Ontario, holding eleven-month-old Maya in her arm, while four-year-old Cassian held her hand.
"Five years ago," Imara said into the microphone, her voice carrying clear and strong across the plaza, "I drew the first line of this concept on a napkin in a small apartment. I was told that designs belonged to those who bought them, not those who imagined them."
She looked out at the sea of faces, smiling softly.
"Today, this ground stands as proof that no one can steal your vision if you are willing to stand up and fight for it," Imara declared.
May you like
Julian Vance stepped forward, handing her a silver pair of ribbon-cutting scissors.
Imara snipped the red silk ribbon, and the gates swung open to the public.
