Everything here is muted, layered in silence behind these walls. No window looks toward the horizon, and no gate opens to the expanse. A faint red mark stands amidst the haze, a subtle signal in a sea of barriers, a door that may never open.

Buildings blend, lose their edges, merging into a single, pressing body yearning for space yet finding none. Where the place becomes a margin of dim light, the city's shadow encloses it, leaving the question: what happens to a town that neither opens outward nor reaches an end?