Ezio, a lifelong city-lover, has no particular disdain for cramped or rainy, even when the streets fill up with mud, but the joylessness of buildings from the future does come to mind.
"We will see how Venezia compares," he replies.
It is, in his mind, incomparable to any other city, and for good reason: the Enclosure spins up the Venice of the early 1490s. It's barely after dawn. A perfect time: few enough people that the Enclosure does not lag in recreating the setting. It's as close to real as the Enclosure will muster for it, a city floating on a hundred islands, the turquoise canals cobwebbed with footbridges, gondolas snaking up their paths. The Pale Mountains in the distance are blue, dotted with migrating birds. Salt-water air and gulls crying overhead.
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"We will see how Venezia compares," he replies.
It is, in his mind, incomparable to any other city, and for good reason: the Enclosure spins up the Venice of the early 1490s. It's barely after dawn. A perfect time: few enough people that the Enclosure does not lag in recreating the setting. It's as close to real as the Enclosure will muster for it, a city floating on a hundred islands, the turquoise canals cobwebbed with footbridges, gondolas snaking up their paths. The Pale Mountains in the distance are blue, dotted with migrating birds. Salt-water air and gulls crying overhead.