As with many great cities, one’s impression of Euiven shifts based upon his path into the city. Enter from the north, where the tall ivy-coated walls restrict further views, and one might think of Euiven as a bound and sightless city. Come from the south, by boat or by ferry, and the impression is wholly altered. The views of the city from the low-slung canal are ever changing, as the slender facades cascade in a taut canyons floating towards a pompous civic complex. Enter from the east and the city is humdrum and lame. From the west, it is dense and exuberant, as the spires spin lightless toward heaven.
Cities reveal themselves in these vistas, but like people, the first meeting can alter one’s perception of the whole, without knowing its many facets. Shake hands many times with the same man, on many different days, each time thinking that you are meeting him for the first time. Only then will you know the city of Euiven.