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The City is far vaster and older than any that exist in the originary world of humans. First founded around the base of Mount Meru some 108 million years ago, it now (insofar as "now" is a meaningful concept here, for the City's timeline doesn't quite coincide with those of the adjacent universes) encompasses unimaginable widths and depths. Spires taller than the mountains of Earth graze the highest clouds; overflowing gardens spill down the terraced fortresses; vast rivers separate blocks of tenements like natural cliffs, and pour as immense waterfalls into ancient pits long abandoned by their makers. Domes wide enough to shadow lesser cities and networks of sunless tunnels winding beneath Mount Meru teem with an uncountable number of souls, only a few billions of which would be recognized by humans as their kin. The climb to the peak is long, and families of pilgrims give birth and die on its flanks, passing the task of the ascent from generation to generation. It is said that the strangely humanoid shape of the peak is not a natural formation, but a degraded effigy of the god-king Tukulti-Ninurta, which was carved in the stone in the course of nine thousand years.

Description
The City is far vaster and older than any that exist in the originary world of humans. First founded around the base of Mount Meru some 108 million years ago, it now (insofar as "now" is a meaningful concept here, for the City's timeline doesn't quite coincide with those of the adjacent universes) encompasses unimaginable widths and depths. Spires taller than the mountains of Earth graze the highest clouds; overflowing gardens spill down the terraced fortresses; vast rivers separate blocks of tenements like natural cliffs, and pour as immense waterfalls into ancient pits long abandoned by their makers. Domes wide enough to shadow lesser cities and networks of sunless tunnels winding beneath Mount Meru teem with an uncountable number of souls, only a few billions of which would be recognized by humans as their kin. The climb to the peak is long, and families of pilgrims give birth and die on its flanks, passing the task of the ascent from generation to generation. It is said that the strangely humanoid shape of the peak is not a natural formation, but a degraded effigy of the god-king Tukulti-Ninurta, which was carved in the stone in the course of nine thousand years.