The connective tissue of VELA. Between every district, through every alleyway, along every waterfront — this is the city in motion. Custom cars. Music drifting from open windows. Fog catching the neon.
VELA's streets are the world between worlds. Every character passes through them. Every story begins or ends on a corner, at a crosswalk, in the back of a car moving slowly through fog-heavy neon. The city has a visual identity that exists whether anyone is watching or not.
Tropical noir. Rain-soaked pavement reflecting teal and magenta neon. Palm trees glowing in fog. Custom cars stopped at red lights while music drifts out. Analog textures in a digital world. The Ghost Courier's routes run through here. So does everything else.
