In the midst of the neon-soaked fog, a cityscape of dazzling skyscrapers and holographic jellyfish floats in a state of ecstatic abandon. The rain falls in sheets, each drop a sparkling neon orb, but it does not dampen the revelry. The air is thick with the smell of exhaust and ozone, but it only adds to the heady atmosphere. This is Ecstatic, a city where anything is possible and anything goes.
