Dark nights in Dubai
The Shadow of Dubai
The skyscrapers in Dubai seem to lean over the city, to loom even. They inch toward those below, closing them in. The sea is bubbling pool of acid, polluted beyond saving. The city moves at breakneck pace in the real world, but in the Shadow, not every building got an echo yet. This leads to blocks where sky scrapers stand next to sandstone buildings which border construction sites still haunted by the echoes of the laborers that died from exhaustion. These construction sites are noteworthy for something else, something unique to Dubai. These buildings are still being built by spirit laborers whipped by spirit overseers. They seem to be building forever, or at least a lot longer than their mortal counterparts were. What they’re building is unclear as well. The buildings certainly don’t look like anything in the material version of Dubai. They jut out at wrong angles, bend in ways gravity doesn’t allow and seem to go on forever. The megalomaniacal plans of the emir created their own echoes, and, as all things in this shadow, these echoes took on a life of their own.
Sandstorms in Dubai’s shadow are truly terrifying affairs. The Loci close up and the spirits go into hiding as the god of dust sweeps into town, all thunder and roars.
The haven looks damaged in this realm, like someone tore into the surrounding. Claw marks litter the walls. The doors look as though something crashed through them. Even the shadow here look frayed. Where the real world is ordered and cleaned meticulously, this place looks like a monster’s den.
To the trained eye, the temple looks preposterous. Knock-off Egyptian statues misplaced in a traditionally Christian floor plan. Golden scarabs surround the central nave. Stolen Shabti are stacked upon each other in the aisles. A massive statue of Apophis looks down on the congregation, his head made of flint, his body ebony. In the Shadow, there is nothing behind the pulpit. The snake lives here, a magnificent and terrifying spirit. The church looks different as well. It looks the way it was meant to look. The place looks holy and ancient, nothing like the anachronism it really is. The space even looks bigger somehow. Instead of hallways, the hidden place below the garage has tunnels, like those of a burrow.
The building above it has very few rooms. The fifth through tenth floors are missing completely. The only way up is by stars, because there is no elevator. The entire seventeenth floor is has a lot of empty hallways, with just one room, where a man once killed his wife. Many of the floors exist in this twisted reflection, or don’t exist at all. Except the thirteenth floor, which for some reason looks exactly like its real world equivalent.