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From her perch near the edge of a cliff some two hundred feet high, Anna saw the city of Vesala stretched out before her. The outer buildings of the agricultural sector were nearest, tall cylinders with windows on every floor. She could even see some of the crops under banks of fluorescent lights.
The city was almost circular – almost – with mag-lev train tubes extending from the centre like spokes on a wheel, running through sections of glittering skyscrapers and lush green parks with ponds that sparkled. It was quite the view, and she was more than a little daunted by the task of trying to capture it.
The bristles of her paintbrush left a trail of blue across the canvas. She'd managed to create a fuzzy representation of the city as viewed from this cliff. Close enough, but it would
