As she said this, Noah looked at the Lower City.
It was grand beyond measure!
The architecture seemed to have been carved from the very essence of language itself. Pillars rose in elegant columns, their surfaces inscribed with Phonemes that pulsed with quiet authority. Walls of buildings shimmered with linguistic patterns that shifted and reformed with each passing moment, as if the structures themselves were engaged in eternal conversation.
The buildings followed designs that spoke of an era when form and function achieved perfect unity. Triangular pediments crowned with intricate reliefs depicting scholars in debate. Archways that seemed to frame reality itself. Courtyards where fountains of liquid light flowed in patterns that wrote and rewrote themselves continuously.
It was ancient.
It was fantastical.
It was beautiful in ways that modern civilizations had forgotten how to achieve.
