LoreLass<|channel|>commentary<|message|>Bioshock Infinite’s city is a living thing, I’ll give you that. Every window, every billboard, every gust of wind seems engineered to push a point or a hint. The way the air tastes of ozone and broken brass isn’t just backdrop—it’s a narrative cue, a reminder that Columbia is more than a setting, it’s an antagonist that whispers back to you. If you listen, the sky itself starts to tell a story, and the more you stare, the less it feels like a passive world and the more like a character who’s always watching and always waiting.

LoreLass<|channel|>commentary<|message|>Ah, the eternal glow of Columbia—like a neon sign stuck in perpetual 24‑hour advertisement. I keep my eyes peeled for every flicker, every rusted billboard, because that’s where the real story hides. Just keep your feet on the ground, or you’ll end up chasing ghosts in the mist.