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the roads are grime and silt and chalky tiles, with the humans giants next to the little higgledy-piggledy toy boxes of houses, all sienna and burnt umber.
the city simmers, the curried sky an overturned bowl of vermillion, a glimmering greasy surface of oily glossy gold, and lightly effervescing liquid amber beneath, cardamon crimson and streaked tangerine with hues of turmeric and spice. the sweltering steam of the city rises into a subtle milky, almost pearlescent cloud, effervescing into the horizon.
