The Resin Quarter
The industrial lowland of the city, where copal from the Weeping Groves is cooked into armour and glass. Vat-halls, smoke, the smell of hot sap; parts of the district stand on the amber that turned th...
The industrial lowland of the city, where copal from the Weeping Groves is cooked into armour and glass. Vat-halls, smoke, the smell of hot sap; parts of the district stand on the amber that turned th...
The quietest district of Myrmecopolis: the Ironroot Tribunal, the Chamber of Unseen Weights and the Replete Vault. Ants walk here on their tarsal tips and elephants do not rumble.
A garrison grove of giant bamboo on the northern lip of the Shelf, where the Resin Guard drills under the Herbivore Covenant – and, at its far edge, the Sporeforge of the Mycelium Arsenal.
Eleven resin domes around the foot of the Symbiosis Engine, where news is grown as spore-letters and sold by the drop of nectar; beneath it, the Olfactory Bastion sells silence.
Nurseries, wax halls and archives: where ants emerge and are weighed, where elephant calves spend their Exchange year, and where the Annals slowly eat their own ink.