Despite the weathered, bleary stone faces of the arches and the lichen growing along the cracked and nearly buried paths, Bastien serves as the primary location for the research and exploratory collective while they pursue the new world. Efforts have already helped to restore portions of the column-based city, centralized in the coliseum epicenter dubbed the Acropolis. Waterways sparkle along the road edges while aqueducts rise overhead, offering a glittering aerial view for the winged pathfinders visiting Bastien. Each day it seems more and more of the empty pavilions fill with shop keeps, workers, and scholars looking to understand the secrets of Fymm and help bolster the infrastructure.

In some areas the city, particularly where the commission works daily, have been entirely restored. Major roads, edged by the trickling water inlets, shine in the sunlight and moonlight where it was lined with a top layer of crushed oyster shell and mother-of-pearl. Even the roof of the Acropolis is dusted with this glimmering, ancient luxury and offering an almost affluent light to the city. The original architect seemed conscious of direction when layout out these nacre roads as they point perfect north, perfect south, and so on. Aqueducts rise above the roads to draw water where necessary, offering another shimmering facet to this gem-like city and creating ease of resources, and colorful tapestries hang between the columns to create airy, soft spaces between shops and living spaces. But there is still a ways to go despite the hustle and bustle of the city. Moss and ivy still cling desperately to the outer rings of the compass-like city, and some columns have yet to be righted and restored.

Also referred to as the "heart" of Fymm, Waldenwood is a vast expanse of beautiful forest. Leaves from lime to teal great a colorful, stained glass-like canopy that offers shade during sunny Summer days and stunning vistas during the cooler Autumn months. The trees, slowly categorized by the Commission, are unique in their appearance while remaining familiar to many who seek refuge in their branches. The bark is untraditional, not wrinkled as if ancient but smooth and speckled with smaller knots. Their branches twist and wind almost vine like, their leaves varying in shade and size across the high boughs. Botanists with the research coalition date the forest to ancient times, seeing as some of the timber stretches skyward at considerable heights while smaller, younger trees grow beneath them. Many Pathfinders fly above the primary canopy or use winged companions to navigate the thousands of square miles the forest expands, for it is terribly labyrinth-like once one has lost their way.

Due to the breadth and height of the trees, the forest floor is left barren with little ground coverage. Wild strawberries thrive in clearings where some sun breaks through the great ceiling of leaves, and at times ferns wager a fight for nutrients and sprinkle the territory. Most common, however, are the mushrooms. Various sizes, colors, and species grow on the trees, the fallen logs, around the ferns, or with the strawberries. They offer a thick, earthen scent to the forest that overwhelms the otherwise sweet aroma of the trees vibrant leaves and ground berries. And, curious still, the trees may seem the most astonishing, but a quick visit during twilight quickly debunks this belief. When the sun sleeps and the moon rises, the mushrooms and moss of the wood grow brilliant aqua and fluorescent green. Fireflies dance along with their ambient glow, mesmerized by the colors and patterns that stretch through the forest.