First feelings were suffocation, noise, chaos. The city has been built from disparate elements which were put together with the aim of reaching tops, if not being a part of them. By dint of wanting to move away from the ground, a thick and opaque mist lines it, making it indistinguishable for anyone who dares to look down. Yet even the sky hides from the untrained eye. Has this horrible fog also taken hold of it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I realise that I am wandering in Acritas<\/a><\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The <\/strong>Transversalis<\/strong>, <\/em>transport managing commuting, streaks the skyscrapers with its passage, adding a diagonal to this unsightly geometry. In a hurry, people rush there, without looking back, where others, better off, rush into huge translucent elevators. It needs to be a marvellous journey !<\/p>\n\n\n\n In this city where order must be maintained, soldiers roam the aisles as if a war were imminent. Three of them catch my eye:<\/p>\n\n\n\n I go out to meet them, starting with the one who seems the most friendly : Feyr<\/a><\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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