As library outlines faded into darkness, Carven found himself on an open terrace, staring down at a giant city beneath. The enormous estate behind him was now immersed in greenery and packed with marble statues, trees trimmed into abstract animal figures, oversized vases filled with decorative glass beads, and massive ceramic pots with blooming exotic flowers. A small playground furnished with swing sets and a sandpit hid in the shadows of centurion pine trees.
Cluttered city tiles below floated for miles into the tainted skyline. Split by streams and rivers of stirring lights, they grabbed onto remote tips of darkness and drowned in indiscernible ocean far beyond the horizon.
Thousands of villas, condos and apartment blocks lay scattered in the valley. Two skyscraper clusters stood tall and proud in the middle of this giant lagoon of alien suburbia, resembling a magic glowing carpet in Wonderland South-Central.
South Central… That notion stuck in his mind for a moment, only to reinforce the feeling of being home again.
«Los Angeles!» he diffused «The Hills!» Tristan had spent his youth up here and remembered the panorama well. However, he had a hard time understanding why this was shown to him now in such burlesque array of visions that switched directly from Xibalba and into his immediate past. The significance of it all remained unclear at this point…
«Shhhhhh» Victoria whispered somewhere nearby «wait for the vision to populate«
Every major event in Human history has several fractal levels of truth and reason behind it.