Beyond the beautiful, glimmering white marble of it’s construction, the colourful, spiralling- and bulbous-headed tall towers, and the liberal use of gold, fine fabrics, and glittering gems to decorate the structures, there was also the matter of what the city did with the great waterfall cascading down the side of the mountain. Part of that water was funnelled into large, saucer-like reservoirs that poured like overfilled ewers into yet more reservoirs below, all arranged in a decorative stack of cascading waterfalls. From the final basins in the stack, the water was channelled into artificial rivers that flowed through the city itself, until those finally fell as one last series of waterfalls from the city’s edges, emptying into a lake far below and bathing the land beneath the falls in a fine, windblown mist, creating a constant rainbow that, from this height, was completely circular. It was, in and of itself, another display of power and opulence: the kind that had the power to either carve out it’s own rivers and waterfalls, finance such an endeavour, or more likely, both. Indeed, the volume of water needed for the entire display was, quite frankly, impossible to source from a mountaintop of all places, at least not with the means I knew of. Elysium only knows how they had accomplished it anyways.