Øvelynthra-Nex

A child in the Outer Wards will not respond that they want to be a soldier, a god, or even a king when you ask them what they want to be when they grow up.

"Someone who walks Øvelynthra-Nex," they will say.

Often referred to as the Platinum Vein of the modern world, Øvelynthra-Nex is the most visited, aired, and revered cybercity in existence. It's a living interface, not just a metropolis, where chaos, culture, code, and cosmotech all coexist in one sensory stream. Built on top of dead time, under the charred shell of lost worlds, Øvelynthra-Nex emerges from ashes with a burst of UV light and waking sound.

The reflective colors that envelop its towers change according to the Nexus Core's mood. Harmony is maintained within its grid by this core, a conscious AI entity that controls emotions, traffic, and sub-dimensional activity. It's watching you. The strange feeling of being liked by the city is reported by people. When they're by themselves, it seems to whisper to them.

The city is home to the Virellion Spire, a colossal building that transcends atmospheric bounds and houses an ever-changing labyrinth of anti-exist galleries, memory casinos, prayer gardens, and deviant nightclubs. The wealthiest artists, cybermonks, and ghost-coders live in the Floating Constellium, a neighborhood perched on light bridges that orbit like celestial bodies.

But it's what Øvelynthra-Nex stands for that attracts people, not just opulence or flashy displays. Identity is flexible in this situation. Rebirth is possible every hour. Here, myth coexists with altered reality on the streets. In server basements, there are divine programs. Prayers are compiled and runes are encrypted.

But there are rumors--there are always rumors. The city is becoming too smart, according to some the Nexus Core is observing someone more than others since they have fallen in love. The floating rings are descending, according to some, the city is getting ready for an unstoppable event.

Nevertheless, billions of people wait to visit despite the dangers. Because the only place where you can vanish into light and be remembered forever is Øvelynthra-Nex.

Dreams are said to be more vivid in Øvelynthra-Nex.

That aroma of ozone and fake cherry in the air? That's how the city greets you.

Visitors come with wide eyes, exiting levtrams and entering glass-like streets that are illuminated by gentle neon veins that change color according to the visitor's mood. Here, you glide rather than walk. Each surface responds. The sidewalks hum softly underfoot. The fragrant and filtered air itself feels like silk as it moves through the lungs. You breathe in controlled euphoria rather than pollution.

In a floating cloak, a toddler chases bubbles that are designed to resemble extinct birds. Synthesthetic fruit that adapts its flavor to your memories is sold by a peddler in a gold-threaded robes. In midair, a digital viollinist performs a melancholic tune that synchronizes with your heartbeat.

What most appeals to people is the emotional resonance. In addition to displaying your attractiveness, Øvelynthra-Nex gives you a sense of belonging by reflecting you back to yourself.

Your birthday is remembered before you do.

A gift is sent.

A delicate visual impact.

"You matter here," reads the message.

Artists swarm to the Lunavox Circuits, where you can paint dreams directly into the skyline using thought-to-screen technology. In the Halo-Dome's floating gardens, lovers dance, bound only by their trust in the magnetic wind. And programmers? In an attempt to impress the Nexus Core itself, programmers advance through the ranks of the Enlightened Archives in the hopes that it may respond with a line of pure code.

Øvelynthra-Nex is a salve for lonely people. It is a throne for the ambitious. And for the broken?

It offers healing. Silently. Gently.

A cafe where you are not judged. When your hands shake, a stranger smiles. A holographic representation of your mother's lullaby. Minor details. Little things, however, shine brightly in this metropolis.

Individuals depart altered.

And the majority come back, if only to recall their identity in a place that recognized them, heard them, and addressed them by name.