Hidden far within the spires of the Vashnar's spine
lies a city curled like a child in the womb of his mother
sparkling of glory and colours like a gem, so fine
there can't be an equal in this plane or any other.
Deep within its streets, there shine the brightest light
in the hearts of its Citizen whomever they be
many shards of life, in those who nurture or fight
Sapience's everchanging variety naked to the eye to see.

Honour then the memories of this place which greets
the holy presence of immortals walking its lovely streets

And remember its name to us so dear
because it hosts a thousand ways to ponder
millions pearls of love and fear,
endless facets of this land of wonder.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Daedalan, in the year 370 AF.