The city stood as a marvel of divine craftsmanship, sprawling across the celestial plane with unmatched grandeur. Towering pyramids of radiant crystal gleamed in the eternal sunlight, their surfaces inscribed with intricate sigils that shimmered faintly with the power of gods long past.
Pathways paved with iridescent, glass-like stones stretched across the city, each step emitting a faint hum as if the ground itself resonated with life.
This was not merely a city; it was the nexus of divine authority, a testament to the unimaginable power and artistry of the gods.
In the heart of the city, dominating the skyline, rose a colossal structure. It was a monolithic spire, stretching so high that its apex seemed to pierce the heavens themselves. Its form exuded an otherworldly symmetry—sleek, elegant, and impossibly intricate.
Unlike anything mortal hands could conceive, the tower appeared to shift subtly as one gazed upon it, as though it pulsed with a divine heartbeat.
