Darker Places: Thalarian

Hey again! To compensate for the fact I didn't update last night, I'll be including two editions of my Darker Places series. For starters, we have the City of 1000 Wonders: Thalarian.
Thalarian was briefly mentioned by H.P. Lovecraft in his story The White Ship. I've adopted it into my darker places series. I felt it was a proper fit.
Thalarian is called the city of wonders with just cause. Each building is a palace, both temple and skyscraper, towering monuments to ingenuity and fortitude. The city is a veritable gallery of marvels. Each structure is a work of architectural genius and contains works of science and art that would baffle even the greatest minds. A single one of the great towers of Thalarian could occupy a human mind for a lifetime, and Thalarian is a city of almost endless towers. Streets stretch on for sightless miles, lined with structures grander and more imposing than the last.
However, looking beyond these wonders, the stale air of horror begins to permeate the senses. Thalarian is not so much a place of imagination as of obsession. The streets are paved in the pale dust of countless bones. The cries of the frustration and desperation of the long departed are carried on the breezes that sail between the vast towers, carrying the dust of their own powdered remains. The very air is thick with the sickly perfume of greed and regret. Down shaded streets, the rare wanderer can be found scouring the dust for some new inspiration,some new marvel, like junkies scrambling for a fix, only to reject it moments laters. To know the wonders of Thalarian are to be ever hungry for more. The city contains more marvels than anyone can explore in a lifetime, and the city itself seems to feed on that unsatisfied curiosity. Demons roam the streets of Thalarian, promising some new wonder, some new obsession, and linger around their victims like plague muses, siphoning off the feelings of longing and awe as if they were nectar.
Somewhere in the alleys and byways of Thalarian is the dreaded Lathi. Lathi's true form cannot be guessed at, as to gaze upon Lathi is to know the face of insanity and to be forever lost to Thalarian. Those who meet the Idol of Madness soon pave the dusty streets of Thalarian with their corpses. Lathi may be another demon, cunning enough to have given itself a name and dominance over its peers, or it could be something more sinister. Some say that Lathi is a god, lost and imprisoned within the city, soaking up inspiration and ideas in the hopes that it will eventually find its way out of the grip of the City of 1000 Wonders.