> An illustration of a ptal named P-Shelieph, standing within a dark area. The floor has a number of holes, & a sparse, cage-like enclosure clings to it. His face is half-obscured by a beam, his other eye fixed on the viewer. Light shoots out from his feet. He wears a buttoned top with its opening diagonal, a mess of multicolored droplet shapes, close to where a heart would be on a human. The top ends in an array of spikes, higher on his left than the right, where is wraps down to his bare thigh. Beneath the top is a sort of bodysuit, which also is buttoned, & goes down the other thigh & into his boots. A field of holes sits on the front of the thigh. The straps on the bodysuit hold a rolled paper, a few pens, & a small baggie.

Glass slid down the frame of the window, landing with an absorbent squelch. A ripple of warp shifted the world outside for a moment as it stabilized. Once it passed, the top of the frame easily clicked into place, the magnetic components chittering excitedly as they meet for a moment, before silence. The edges of the moldglass crept towards the frame, giving it a characteristic, smooth bulge at the edges as it created a solid seal.

These were the standard of the area. P-Shelieph would have preferred a more decorative lattice, as it represents the artisans of an area better, but supposedly there was nobody particularly interested in lattice window making in South Ciahmol. P-Shelieph doubted that. How could you have such an imposingly tall city, & not have a single person experienced in lattice windows, or more broadly artisanal windows. He felt that moldglass was tacky, in a way. It seemed too hasty, even though there was no haste to betray in this building. There were a plentiful amount of buildings for anyone to occupy at will. This was simply for expanding the city further, as they wanted people to have more options, in more locations. There was something novel about this place, of course, something distinctive.

It was attached to a bridge over the the 4th Layer -- in practice, the high-middle height of the above-ground portion of the city, 4/6 -- & took aesthetic advantage of it. Dangling ornamentation & vining plants, which P-Shelieph did feel represented the city well, hung on the underside of the building. One could see it sway in the wind gently, the vivid patterns swirling & eye-catching. Not only from the outside, but from the inside as well. A vast sheet of moldglass was the transparent floor. The only disruption to the view of the swirls & leaves of fog coating the 1st & 2nd Layers was macropatterns of the moldglasses crystalline-like formation. For those unfamiliar with the material & fearful of heights, it was a nightmare. The material gentle gave beneath footing like a solid carpet. It wasn't as notable as, say, a mattress or cushion, but it was unsettling. What furthered it was the feeling it gave against bare flesh & hair: a slight tingling sensation, reminding you that the glass was in fact alive. Each step was just gentle waking that patch from slumber; it acknowledges the step, before returning to sleep. It seemed that most of the people generally wanted visitors to get the feeling that the city was truly alive. Not only in the sense that there were so many people living here, but that the buildings, their materials, & their circumstances were all alive. The anchor to this building, after all, was a Foundational Bone that held the bridge up as well. And someone is the Foundational Bone. P-Shelieph hardly understood it. Someone deciding to act as the skeleton of the large beast that the historic South Ciahmol was built upon. More structure than person. While he didn't understand what brought someone to wish to become the unsymbolic skeleton of a city, he respected it. In part, it reminded him of the architects that had inspired him so long ago. Consumed by something, something he hoped to one day find.