On the shore of the Sea of Oman, beneath the Hajar Mountains, a new city-state raises its first arch.
Magan takes its name from the oldest maps: the Bronze-Age country of copper and shipwrights that sent its hulls from this coast to every harbor of the ancient world. We are laying out its successor the old way — in stone, shade, and proportion — to hold a society built the new way: in code, in commons, in light.
The charter is short. One hundred thousand citizens, present and remote. A government that runs in the open, its ledgers public by architecture. And three pillars carrying everything: art, to give the city its meaning; science, to give it its means; entertainment, to give it its evenings.