Statistica

In Statistica, the city is not built on the ground, but suspended from the firmament by thousands of silver chains, each link representing a probability. The inhabitants are astronomers and mathematicians who do not believe in certainty; they navigate their floating avenues by calculating the likelihood of the next bridge appearing before their feet. The architecture is fluid, shifting with the wind and the alignment of the planets. A house may be a tower of ivory one day and a cloud of vapor the next, depending on the uncertain variables of the universe.

The marketplaces of Statistica are quiet, for no one sets a fixed price. Value is determined by a complex formula involving the phases of the moon and the roll of obsidian dice. The citizens wear robes embroidered with equations that describe the motion of dust motes in a sunbeam. They look down upon the earth with a mixture of pity and scientific detachment, recording the chaotic movements of the world below in great ledgers of leather and gold. Statistica is a sanctuary for those who find comfort in the knowledge that nothing is impossible, only statistically unlikely.