MONSTERMONTH No.7 - Miniature.

Posterra has many settlements, but most of them are in various state of disarray, destitution and ramshackle happy-go-lucky gung-ho approach to city planning. Some do better than others, like the famous Wharf Town, a true smidgen of peace and order, when others are merely a bunch of eclectic structures where various folk leave together in state of perpetual promise of violence. But there is one city forgotten by nearly everyone, the record of its existence a paragraph in lost books and data spools - Phagia, the Molecular Utopia, the Perfect City of the tiniest of beings. They live in near complete isolationism clad in an immortal armour of a virus, custom-crafted in bygone era to sustain itself and the city bound inside for eterenity, providing sustenance and energy to the high-tech habitat of the Molecular Tribe. To this day they exist somewhere in Posterra, floating on the wind or perhaps in the droplet of a forgotten sewer, extracting all they need from a bacterial prey...