They say that there's a city, a transcontinental train ride away from the colorful streets of Inkadia.
One caught in a perpetual industrial revolution, powered by steam and superheated ink, and driven by intricate clockwork.
Drenched in the past, yet building the future.
A city that holds promise, a city that holds beauty, a city that holds mystery and risk.
A city built on miracles and lies.
A city... named Tentacleton.
