Oh, it was. I could only bring so much of its magnificence to life here - my energy is hardly infinite.

[Also, presumably the real Amaurot was beneath the sky, not the sea.

The fact that the stranger is paying the city itself the proper reverence, however, makes its Architect relax, just a bit. If some intruder must see his heart, at least it is someone who respects it.]

Gone more ages than any mortal could comprehend, of course. But so long as even one of us remains, then so does the dream that it might return.