core
In my dream the arcology resembled a stellar nursery, a nebula lit from within by the glow of a million suns, light and dark matter mingling, fading between dimensions. Its shape reminded me of Brueghel's Tower of Babel. Upon closer inspection, the density of stars yielded to a structure rendered in more pedestrian substances, windows blinking on and off, roofs and terraces fancifully landscaped, the telltale hum of human life resonating steadily, centrally. Afterwards I remembered the fire and infinity I'd glimpsed in that first hot instant.