Emerging from the endless mists, the luminous layer of the White Shoe unfolds just under the gaze of the Laelithian nobility. The buildings aspire to reach the splendor of those on the High Terrace, but never quite succeed. So, the nouveau riche and the ambitious bourgeoisie compete to give themselves the appearance of those whose place they covet, but from whom they will only receive meager crumbs. Grandiose spectacles are held day and night in the square below High Terrace in an attempt to catch the attention of the powerful or a patron who could open the doors to a world that remains inaccessible.

Visitors, on the other hand, are more captivated by the Finders Market, just a stone's throw away, where everything can be found, bought, sold, and sometimes disappears. The contrast is striking, going from a pantomime mimicking the high nobility to a mix of vendors and stalls, each more astonishing than the next.

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