Inside the protective barrier of the Timeless City, the city's streets pulsed with strange veins, glowing runes flickering beneath transparent black stone roads like heartbeat rhythms in a living organism.
Buildings were never the same shape twice. Some floated upside-down, others folded like pages of a forgotten book, and lanterns hanging from invisible threads cast light with no warmth.
The city buzzed with forbidden activity. Strange cloaked shadows walked like phantoms, masked merchants, and silent assassins in dream-cloaks passed through smoke-filled alleys like ghosts.
A crooked bazaar stretched through the central market, where one could purchase anything. This spooky haven was for the members of ATLAS!
In the distance loomed the most stable structure of all—a monolithic black tower that never changed shape, no matter how the rest of the city twisted around it.
