Where am I? It sure doesn't look like home. Except over there, on the other side of the river. Isn't that— No, that's impossible.
The streets are empty. I might be imagining things, but it feels like the city's waiting for something...
This city is a glittering mosaic of the familiar and the strange. Perhaps some of the other inhabitants seem bizarre to you, but you all have something in common: you are driven to find something. A home, an individual, a relic, or something as intangible as a purpose. Maybe you'll find what you seek here, but it won't be easy. There are pitfalls and distractions aplenty, here in the city that is... all cites.
You wander the streets, and anything you need is easily accessible, but what about the things that go beyond that? What about your deepest desires? You think you might hear them whispered on the wind, catch glimpses of them just around that next corner, but when you reach the place where you thought you saw something, it's gone, or was never there at all. You try to dismiss these thoughts as the fancies of a disoriented mind, but they are not so easily banished when the city changes around you.
One week it might look like your hometown, every landmark you remember just as it was the last time you saw it. Or you may find yourself walking backwards or spouting nonsense. Was there something in that drink at the Fool's Rest?
Through it all, you feel certain you can find what you're looking for here, but it occurs to you it might not take the form you expect...