The Voices in the Wall - Giant Bear Tracks

It's worst at night. This city's alive. You can hear it breathing, if you listen.

Ancient gods still stalk the streets, cloaked in litter and feathers. Power like electricity hums along paths older than time. They demolished the bridges but the way is still clear.

This is a liminal place. The walls between worlds are thin here. It is old, and haunted, despite the proliferation of shining glass and metal guarding the river.