Neon Visions is the closest thing this world has to a city. The deities adapt: their fur becomes signage, their horns become antennas, their eyes pick up the kind of light that only exists after midnight. They no longer travel — they appear.
Encounters here are brief and one-sided. Something glows around a corner, decides it has been seen enough, and dissolves back into the colour it borrowed. The era is short on architecture and long on atmosphere.







