Rise Of The Immaterial Man

The Sandman

As I meandered through the maze of winding streets and alleys that made up the Immateria City marketplace, I knew that finding the materials that I needed to create the microclimates would be no easy feat.

Not only did I not have any real knowledge of what might allow me to do such a thing, but the stalls were also filled with a dizzying array of strange and exotic goods, the air thick with the scent of spices and perfumes.

My eyes widened as I caught sight of a small shop that sold all manners of sand and soils. Whether or not magical sand would help me generate the hot environment of a desert I didn’t know, it would allow me to create the base of my environment though and that was just as important.

The shop was a small, cramped space filled with bags, barrels and jars of all different shapes and sizes. Each one filled to the brim with various types of sands and soils, no doubt from all across the world.

It was difficult to see much beyond the first row of goods due to the dim l