Amberspire

But perhaps it's more appropriate to just play it once, and embrace the disorder. My current city is an absolute disgrace, with teahouses and crystalisers, forts and fogbreakers scattered all over like flies in a knotted cobweb. Still, I love being here. I look at the little bridges the townsfolk have built over some of the pits, at the rust that clings amorously to my habitat layer, at the loaves of spaceships lifting off from the pads, at all the dents and compromises inflicted by the dice. And I think: what an amazing place we've all built together.