Builder stood before the pantheon, his chest heaving slightly with the intoxicating mix of pride and ambition.
He gestured one last time to the shimmering, gold and marble expanse of the Western District.
"That concludes the overview of the Commerce District," he said, his eyes gleaming. "It is a canvas, and you are the painters. The shops, the stalls, the trade routes; they are yours to establish"
"However," he added, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, "I have already taken the first shop right at the main entrance of the bazaar. Should you wish to build a wonder on your own world, or perhaps expand your personal garden in the Southern District, you know where to find me. My rates are… reasonable."
He paused, letting the offer sink in before turning his body, and the attention of six billion Gods, toward the east.
The air there seemed to shimmer with a different kind of energy; a vibrant world, pulsing with lights.
