Places can sometimes become sentient: a collection of impressions of all the life and death contained within their limits. The more history, the more consciousness. It’s how cities develop personalities. Some go on long enough, or have a past dark enough to form a soul. The city of Quantabraxis is a charismatic sociopath. Its very foundation was based on murders. It has a soul. She is beautiful, glittering, with emptiness and gleeful destruction at her core. Come to close and she will draw you in like a sinkhole drawing everything into the abyss.