…The Deiopolis of Entropos sprawled out like an aracnidan cancer, it filled one’s scope of vision entirely. A traveller here, of which there were many, would be struck by the comparative silence of the air around them. A lack of extraneous kinetic noise that one often, if not always, found in cities. Looking up, and taking in the fantastic panorama, this traveller might then be struck with awe at the sheer immensity and density. A thick sap-like rain fell heavily from the skies. All the buildings looked too tall and frail, and strangely feral. Sooty towers jut at the strange sky, impossibly closed in, bare skeletal frames exposed themselves against a preternatural goblin green twilight. The streets often lead nowhere and curled around the stooped and blackened sentinels like capricious serpents, positing riddles for those that tread them. There was a refinement and quaintness to this city as well. Cobbled stone streets and oddly meandering wrought iron fences, dramatic and ethereal facades of stunning grandeur and unsettling depictions, sweeping arches and mouldering mammoth columns, as if many cultures had lived and died here, making their own contribution to the splendor of the great city.
©2009 Jeremy Ryan Kerr
