Concepting - Hezgalia/Genxia
Hezgalia exists as the culture capital within the world of Blank Space; a conglomerate of East meets West in the endless tumult of architecture, fashion, cuisine and all else meeting head to head to bring about the beauty of what lies within the world, lead by the guidance of the figurehead Maître.
The city itself exists as a near disorganised conglomerate, the markets showing little to no order of clothing, material, supplies and everything exists together as a single entity; housing for the lower to middle class show some to no organisation of culture though those of the higher classes segregate to the higher end districts specifically dedicated by some to show and home their own wares. The people of the city themselves carry with them either the forms or the hands of grace, able to create works of fashionable, palatable or decorative arts and live therefore to almost compete in being the best of hand crafting courtierss they can be.
Outside the city gates and walls then lie the agriculturally inclined lands, plantations ranging from the general grains, fruits and vegetables to the common bamboo and wicker to the risky and expensive pearl and rich wood expanses. Those left without the beauty brought by form or hand are left for these tasks, demeaning perhaps though there is as much success in these businesses as there are in the city above.
Genxia however is the technological capital that reins supreme beneath the feet of the inhabitants of Hezgalia; though they do not possess the skies or lands above, they flourish just as well in their mechanised world as those in the artisan world above. Lead by the Technicus, the equivalent Maître, the city is the forefront of technology, their skill and design remain unparalleled by any city in existence and the inhabitants know this will remain the case for years to come.
The city is segregated further than that of Hezgalia, the inhabitants more ruthless and cold in this almost dystopian futuristic city where the higher class, graced by body augments set to show their wealth and power in society show no mercy in their distaste to those unable to keep up to the trends by hands or money. The rich are never too rich and the poor never remain too poor, it's simply a rat race till the end to whom can keep up as technology endlessly advances; the rich forever live the endless days of pleasure without pain yet the poor remain scattered through the remnant stations and ruins left in the wake of the mechanised stupor, only just living by the bare strands they have to live by.
The city itself exists as a near disorganised conglomerate, the markets showing little to no order of clothing, material, supplies and everything exists together as a single entity; housing for the lower to middle class show some to no organisation of culture though those of the higher classes segregate to the higher end districts specifically dedicated by some to show and home their own wares. The people of the city themselves carry with them either the forms or the hands of grace, able to create works of fashionable, palatable or decorative arts and live therefore to almost compete in being the best of hand crafting courtierss they can be.
Outside the city gates and walls then lie the agriculturally inclined lands, plantations ranging from the general grains, fruits and vegetables to the common bamboo and wicker to the risky and expensive pearl and rich wood expanses. Those left without the beauty brought by form or hand are left for these tasks, demeaning perhaps though there is as much success in these businesses as there are in the city above.
Genxia however is the technological capital that reins supreme beneath the feet of the inhabitants of Hezgalia; though they do not possess the skies or lands above, they flourish just as well in their mechanised world as those in the artisan world above. Lead by the Technicus, the equivalent Maître, the city is the forefront of technology, their skill and design remain unparalleled by any city in existence and the inhabitants know this will remain the case for years to come.
The city is segregated further than that of Hezgalia, the inhabitants more ruthless and cold in this almost dystopian futuristic city where the higher class, graced by body augments set to show their wealth and power in society show no mercy in their distaste to those unable to keep up to the trends by hands or money. The rich are never too rich and the poor never remain too poor, it's simply a rat race till the end to whom can keep up as technology endlessly advances; the rich forever live the endless days of pleasure without pain yet the poor remain scattered through the remnant stations and ruins left in the wake of the mechanised stupor, only just living by the bare strands they have to live by.