Ink City is a dream paradise. Music is always playing and the people are always kind. There is no currency. You pay with honesty and wishes. Just tell someone your name and a desire you may have, story, or dream, and you will receive anything. There is no greed, no hate, no pride, no lust, just happiness and friendly faces.
Above the city hang long thick cords of webbing, dripping with ink. Withing the ink are peoples dreams. Some of these dreams are written in the ink if you look close enough.
There are no real day and night cycles. The closest there is are night and twilight/sunrise. People here are primarily nocturnal and spend their time dancing and being merry.
Each district of the city plays a different genre of music. One district may play techno, while another rock, and so one. Whatever your tastes you are certain to find it.
Above the city hang long thick cords of webbing, dripping with ink. Withing the ink are peoples dreams. Some of these dreams are written in the ink if you look close enough.
There are no real day and night cycles. The closest there is are night and twilight/sunrise. People here are primarily nocturnal and spend their time dancing and being merry.
Each district of the city plays a different genre of music. One district may play techno, while another rock, and so one. Whatever your tastes you are certain to find it.