Our city, glittering, glowing, pulsating… and alive - crawling with ancient secrets.

Its pungent streets hide festering alleys… under shining polyhedral towers, drowning in sick gold.

Its people drink daily of this unwholesome liquid, brewed in foaming, unspeakable rituals.

Maddened, they toil feverishly for nameless masters; oblivious to the cosmic destiny about to unfold...