"The ant's a centaur in his dragon world." — Ezra Pound, *The Cantos*
Myrmecopolis rises from the fungal plains like a grotesque fusion of Brutalist béton brut and termite mound architecture. Its skyline is dominated by the Symbiosis Engine, a skeletal spire of interlocking chitin plates, where bioluminescent lichen pulses in rhythmic patterns. The streets are paved with resin-hardened bamboo, echoing the tensile strength of ant mandibles. Here, light filters through translucent resin domes, casting honeycomb shadows on elephantine archivists and ant-engineers alike. The air hums with pheromone transmissions, a language of scent and vibration that binds the city's inhabitants.
From the lore of The Chitinous Mandate.