On the far edge of Ezurith lies a city with buildings soaring high into the sky in twisting, angular shapes that seem almost otherworldly. The structures are made of a shimmering blue material that seems to shift and change as the light hits it, and the streets below are a maze of winding paths and vertiginous staircases that seem to defy the laws of physics. The strangeness of the city almost matches the chaotic splendor of the sky. The people who call this city home move through it with a fluid grace, their movements as abstract as the buildings themselves. There are no straight lines here, no right angles or rigid forms, only an endless interplay of curves and arcs that seem to stretch out into infinity. At night, the buildings light up in a riot of colors, casting strange shadows across the streets below and turning the city into a living, breathing work of art.