The cities had their own fingerprint told in everything from their slang to the way the celebrated food, song and good-times.
Each of the cities had its own way of drawing collective breath beneath the black heavens, of celebrating life after dark.
The cities of that land were built tall and pretty, as if they took their inspiration from the greatest of trees. For their souls were rooted in nature and this way there was more wild places for the wild species.
Each of the cities had its own fashion sense, its own music and flare. There were subtle changes in accents and local vocabularies.
The cities were different kinds of gems within a land that rolled in waves of forests and plains.
Each of the cities had its own heartbeat, its own soul, a kind of ether that bonded the people of the place into their own groove and vibe.
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