He exits Sin, and finds himself very high above the ocean, where the monster seems to be floating motionlessly. It's past midnight but how long is anyone's guess.

Any land in sight?

Land, no.

Lights, yes.

He'll go towards the lights, then.

They're bright enough they must be a city. They're bright enough they couldn't possibly be a city the size Spira has, if Luca is the continent's second largest one.

… Curious.

Any signs saying where it might be? Large gardens for flying visitors saying 'welcome to not-Spira-ville' or anything convenient like that?

He's not close enough to be able to see them if there were any. It's quite a ways off.

He continues flying! He was getting bored of digging into Sin's flesh, then there was exploring around and trying not to lose track of the entrance, then there was Sin-incarnate-or-whatever, and so he's pretty happy just to fly through the air now.

The air is significantly chillier than he's been thus far. One might even describe the wind as 'biting.'

Fortunately it doesn't get too much worse than 'quite uncomfortable' for Theo, and he can heat up his skin as necessary to keep himself from feeling it quite so much.

Convenient powers, aren't they.

Very convenient!

After somewhat less than half an hour flying, he can recognise the source of the lights as a city on an island.

...he can actually recognise the city, too. It's very similar to the one he was just in, inside Sin.

He really hopes he isn't trapped inside some weird loop. Weird that this place doesn't have all the clouds, though.

He keeps flying.

It becomes soon clear that this version of the city has actual people in it, if not a lot of them due to the lateness of the hour.

Huh. Mmmaybe Luca is just a distant second to the continent's largest city.

The continent doesn't seem to be anywhere near, either. It's just the city, spanning the entirety of the island.

And no one shoots at him when he gets close enough.

How polite! … Sort of.

Do they notice him? Because he'd really like to talk to someone if anyone seems inclined to talk to the weird winged stranger.

If he gets close enough that people can talk to him they will. A couple of clubgoers stop to stare.

"Whoa, dude! You got wings! Are you, like, a fiend?" says one.

He might be slightly inebriated.

Oh! Of course he's inebriated, these must be the… night animals or whatever.

"More like an aeon," he responds, then flies off to try finding someone… less inebriated.

It's probably going to be tough. Ugh.

There aren't very many people. And the city is definitely... different... from what one would expect of a Spiran city. It's got lots of lights and machina everywhere, some gigantic arcs of water arcing around the city. Water seems to be a big theme, here, and even though there aren't a lot of people on the streets there are bars and clubs and restaurants and other entertainment venues going strong.

Hm. Unfortunately he does not have any cash on him right now, because all his money got burnt and shredded when he lost his clothes – which he replaced before he got here, he's not gonna test the public nudity laws – and so his first idea of seeing if the currency is the same and then paying someone for their time is probably not going to work.

Are there travel bureaus? He's guessing not, but it sure would be convenient.

Nope!

But there is someone in a uniform there. "Halt!"

He stops and turns to look at them. "Uh, hi there?"

She is pointing a rifle at him. "...are you not a fiend?"

"… I am not a fiend," he responds. "I'm a visitor from kinda really far away?"

She lowers her weapon. "Where?"