The Wine Dark Sea and the Black City: Final Teaser (Patreon)

Roads and the fossils of roads past accrete in the dusty, tired descent to the oily ocean and the inhuman city. Iridescent fumes come off the surf that pounds the garnet and olivine sands north and south of the Black City. The silence is unearthly, even the waves burble and sigh demurely, as though afraid to disturb the end of the world.

Mummies of ancient travellers and meditants sit in the lees of dunes, desiccated and preserved by the ionizing sea air and electromagnificent radiation.

Space itself is poorly woven here, battered by the chaos of the city and the magitech of generations of supplicant-explorers.

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We're nearly there! The final page is being written, the final artworks are being slotted into place, the final proofreading of the update is about to unfold ... and the Black City will be unveiled.

"Trouble comes to those who wait in vain," sings Gin Lady, but that's not us, is it?

Anyway ... per aspera ad astram, right?