Unseeable City
Only the most fearless explorers have reached the city of Dorloc where it lies in the world’s largest jungle. The jungle boasts life forms more vast than those of any other known habitat. It is a beautiful and dangerous trek to Dorloc, which is located at the eye of the jungle, like a storm’s peaceful center.
Making arrival at Dorloc is said to be a great achievement of survival and fortune, and the city rewards travelers with a haven like no other. Untouched by the surrounding jungle’s predators. Dorloc presents these primary dangers: boredom, insanity and, above all, hospitality.
Boredom and insanity tend to seize the spoiled, and spoiled is what Dorloc’s impeccable environment makes into all its visitors. The streets aren’t paved in cement but a naturally manicured dirt. Blooming flowers and fruit trees line the streets with their beauty and fragrance. It is said that while walking these streets, right when you lift your foot, small insects fly over the ground in front of you and and brush over the fine sediment to make your landing perfectly even. Indeed, you could walk blindfolded in any direction and not scrape an inch of skin.
Then, why travelers would enter one of Dorloc’s wretched homes is a mystery. Some say it’s at the core essence of man to seek a door and cower behind it. For even brave explorers enjoy a set of walls and a roof. But they find a most explosive chaos within the walls of Dorlocian homes. If Dorloc’s outdoor environment is like a palace on a decadent estate, Dorloc is like a city in reverse because its indoors are harsher than the most severe climates on earth. Proof lies in the number of explorers who have made arrival to Dorloc but never returned alive.
In most parts of the world, humans attempt to bring order to their chaotic natural surroundings. They build hard structures for shelter. They line the shelter walls with windows to filter in raw sunlight, then followed, inwards, by thin tapestries hanging. On the floors, soft rugs with even softer cushions to sit on. Finally, humans wrap their own skin in linen clothing. No matter their philosophy, any person outside of Dorloc will answer, when asked what separates themself from the animals, that the separation is at the most or at the least several layers of fabric.
In Dorloc, also, the people have created a climate opposite to what they see through their windows. Since their natural environment is harmless and beautiful, Dorloc homes are the site of random cruelties and severe dangers. Cannibalism does not top the list of horrors. Of course, the list would be longer if we could observe a larger fraction of the space. Many around the world give thanks that this city is unseeable.
Those who profess to have seen the city say that Dorloc was born from the jungle having grown so much that it collapsed in on itself. This eye of the jungle was born and instantly purified, purged of its ancestral malice and death. That is, save for a small, ubiquitous cancer: black spots of barbarities so great as to be unnatural. They say that these black spots were human’s first homes.
