The city's spires grew taller the closer one got, until you could perfectly see their structures, buildings that belonged to people with far more money than they can use. The nearer they came, the more the stone changed from a pale haze to a living skin, veined with inlays and bands that caught the sun and threw it back in sheets. Palaces and villas where they had water coming down those very spires, water in a place that would treat it like gold was being used like decoration here. Thin threads of falling brightness stitched from balcony to pool, cutting the heat for those privileged enough to sit in the shadow of such waste. The scent of damp mortar and cooled clay rode the wind every time one of those fountains sighed. Even the desert air seemed to hesitate before entering the districts that glimmered with that impossible blue.
"We should do something about your appearance sir Ludwig…"
"Why so?" Ludwig asked.
