It had no contact with the outer world it was a universe itself. The long winter nights might dust the desert with frost, as the last moisture left in the thin air of Earth congealed-but the city knew neither heat nor cold. Night and day fled across the desert's face, but in the streets of Diaspar it was always afternoon, and darkness never came. Once it had known change and alteration, but now Time passed it by. LIKE A GLOWING JEWEL, the city lay upon the breast of the desert. Diaspar existed for at least a billion years.
The story is set so far in the future that there had been ample time for continents to have drifted and old mountains to have been worn down and new ones to rise.
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