Kalkhoum-Bonzh

No one knows why Kalkhoum-Bonzh is empty. Its edifices hollow of life. Walls and pillars and staircases yawning. Crypts and catacombs devoid of even the remains of the dead. There is no clue as to what the Kalkhoum-Bonzhi looked like. They were notoriously coy of depicting themselves. Only assumptions can be made about their stature and build from the size of doorways and various other features of their architecture.

Wherever they went and whatever happened to them, they left behind everything they ever built. It has been standing, waiting as if a loyal dog. Patiently expecting a master that may never return. Built of close to indestructible rock, the city seems doomed to wait forever for a life that will not return. A vast, empty shell of a city.

Every now and again, Kalkhoum-Bonzh changes shape. The buildings switch places, roads appear or disappear. The city maintains its character, a sense of city-self, but anyone that could claim being able to navigate it would be surprised to find that everything they memorised about Kalkhoum-Bonzh has already become obsolete.