Domed buildings, almost human in design, dotted the streets, each surrounded by glowing rings and suspended walkways that twisted like strands of a hair.
Beyond them, towers rose, not too tall but impossibly clean, their surfaces reflecting streaks of pink and gold across the horizon.
From the moving car, figures drifted between the structures.
Aziel couldn't tell exactly what they were doing, the speed of the car blurring their motions, but he did notice some patterns.
Some Plasmas moved occasionally, while others scanned the buildings with a scrutinizing curiosity as if they should have seen it before but were rediscovering it now.
Some gestured in strange patterns, yet none seemed rushed. It was as if they were enjoying themselves, moving through a slow, deliberate rhythm.
Occasionally, a taller figure would lean close to another, pointing toward a building or a glowing ring, and the smaller figure would nod almost reverently.
