In the midst of clouds, a small civilization was built.
The Atlantis Fortress dominated the sky, the crimson spire casting its red glow upon it. It was a massive, floating archipelago of white stone and reinforced steel, held aloft by massive, unseen gravity manipulation. The main island was a sprawling plateau of polished marble, covered in tiered gardens, barracks, and administrative buildings that looked like they had been carved from single blocks of ivory.
Connecting the smaller, floating platforms were arched bridges of silver-hued metal, some wide enough for two chariots to pass each other, others narrow and precarious, winding through the mist like spiderwebs.
Everything here was built on a vertical scale. Towers rose hundreds of feet into the thin, cold air, their windows glinting like the eyes of predators.
