
by Meta-tron
A journey through the vertical city Where sky and steel converge, and echoes dream of light Metatropolis is not a place — it is an organism of architecture and memory, a living machine built from echoes, steam, and light. Every note is a reflection off some unseen surface, every rhythm a vibration in the structure of time. It grows, evolves, and hums in endless resonance — a city without beginning or end.