That was a complicated question. "I do not know what this place is," came the answer. "It is called Paixao. Many people are drawn here, from many worlds." Yorda looked up at him, a little confused. "There is a park," she told Duma, showing him the map function on his journal and pointing out the Jogo da Crianca. "It is there, but the plants here are strange." Odd, metal trees with jeweled leaves and flowers, none of which grew. She knew that outside of the city, things grew, but for one reason or another, there were no natural plants within the city.