"You'll have to come to the central square," comes Roxie's voice again from nowhere in particular, whispery and faint.

Fortunately, the city is fairly straightly laid out, spiraling out from the center—the emptiness of the dry stone and metal might be a little disturbing along the way, but the walk brings her down broad avenues and cross-streets that don't take much effort to properly navigate.

One might wonder, though... just who lives in this place? Who could live like this, with an eternity stretched out underneath them?