Sitting in the valley of She-who-sees-us-all and The-sister-to-the-eye is The-invisible-wall. Though small in its perimeter this city hosts a surprisingly high population which climbs the mountains to each side. The-invisible-wall is a kind of strange voyeur to the two halves of Nimble-of-the-sky society. On one side the vibrant red of the jungles collides with the mountains face clambering up nearly half way before giving out just a few tree lengths from the true start of the valley floor. On the other the slate gray and mottled brown of dust and mud sweeps away from under your feet until it crashes into the deep blue sea of Crystal-grass which can be seen flowing with the breeze until the barely-visible edges of Many-inventors-congregate which glints on the horizon as its industrial metal buildings flash rays of The-star-trio.
Both Wings-of-blinding-glint and Whole-and-sacred-ones meet and mingle in this perfect divider between their lands. Ideas are shared, discussed, debated, refused and accepted every minute of every hour in The-invisible-wall. Thinkers of both sides and those who wish to cement or challenge their ideals journey here either to safely pass the mountain range or to meet likeminded philosophers who might push them towards actualization. Few who are found here are proper citizens, instead it is a bustling town of temporary stays, flashes of romance, explosions of temper and a remarkable diversity for being made up of nearly a single ancestry. Certainly one or two of The-great-metal-ones and Folk-of-brilliant-mind may be found running the odd business but they are rare and make up an infinitesimal portion of the population. The-invisible-wall thrives in its strange short lived communities which sprout and die like seasonal flowerings of the Violet-death.
Economy
Commerce is strange in this city, backed entirely by those seeking to stake a few days or weeks of their time in this place before continuing on their personal journey. It rises and swells with the passing of visitors and focuses entirely on their whims, avoiding unnecessary innovation or exploration. Thanks to the reputation of The-invisible-wall this pattern holds strong and those few who truly call the place home are well off and generally enjoy the eccentric clientele they cater to.