Meta
Upon their first arrival in Meta, visitors are invariably astounded by their hair, which raises inadvertently from their limbs. They feel every inch of their skin tingle and fizz. They often feel more alive than they ever have done, and they are often gripped by a sudden rushing motivation to chase their dreams.
Metan technomancers and other devotees to logic will assert that this phenomenon is a clear consequence of the powerful technomantic currents that course through endless miles of cables between the myriad arcane pylons that forest the entire city. The more romantically-minded citizen might assure you that this feeling is the mighty soul of the city, whose infectious creativity and optimism no creature can resist. The reality, perhaps, is that Meta is a city built of dichotomies, and that both of these ideas ring true. It is a haven for poets and physicists, thaumaturges and technomancers, enigmata and engineers.
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City
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