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One could spend a lifetime wandering Ptoliboros and never encounter the same place twice. The city exists outside the constraints of space and time: a Piranesian nightmare of paradoxical geometry, endless staircases that lead to nowhere and towering, non-Euclidean structures that jut at odd angles.

But Ptoliboros is not just a place; it is a state of mind. People do not so much find Ptoliboros as it finds them, drawing them into its nightmarish reality when their minds are most attuned to the strange and the surreal. It preys on the vulnerable and the curious, the seekers of gnosis and students of eschatology.

Those who enter the city find their perceptions shifting, their grasp on the material world slipping. Time becomes fluid, days bleeding into nights, moments of existence folding in on themselves. The nature of reality becomes as skewed as the twisting architecture that surrounds them.

Many strange entities populate Ptoliboros, like the winged Nyctopterons who serve The Hierokerux , the city’s messenger and herald, and the ancient and incomprehensible Timeless Ones, their forms ever-changing and grotesque. But the most common denizens are the lowly Formless Things. These protean, near-mindless beings exist to serve the whims of the Timeless Ones, capable of being moulded into any shape or purpose dictated by their eldritch masters. They slither and writhe through the labyrinthine streets like the boneless, eyeless things that dwell in the darkest depths of the ocean.

Created using Midjourney and Leonardo

Description
One could spend a lifetime wandering Ptoliboros and never encounter the same place twice. The city exists outside the constraints of space and time: a Piranesian nightmare of paradoxical geometry, endless staircases that lead to nowhere and towering, non-Euclidean structures that jut at odd angles.

But Ptoliboros is not just a place; it is a state of mind. People do not so much find Ptoliboros as it finds them, drawing them into its nightmarish reality when their minds are most attuned to the strange and the surreal. It preys on the vulnerable and the curious, the seekers of gnosis and students of eschatology.

Those who enter the city find their perceptions shifting, their grasp on the material world slipping. Time becomes fluid, days bleeding into nights, moments of existence folding in on themselves. The nature of reality becomes as skewed as the twisting architecture that surrounds them.

Many strange entities populate Ptoliboros, like the winged Nyctopterons who serve The Hierokerux , the city’s messenger and herald, and the ancient and incomprehensible Timeless Ones, their forms ever-changing and grotesque. But the most common denizens are the lowly Formless Things. These protean, near-mindless beings exist to serve the whims of the Timeless Ones, capable of being moulded into any shape or purpose dictated by their eldritch masters. They slither and writhe through the labyrinthine streets like the boneless, eyeless things that dwell in the darkest depths of the ocean.

Created using Midjourney and Leonardo