The soil is subtly less rich but well nurtured into cultivated order, it's time for a larger government to take an interest. The buildings in the center heighten by a story or two, while those on the fringe spread out. A city housing thousands stands tall, modern, a center of culture, cultivated humans line streets hundreds of years old, covering our rolling hills with tracks and business. The frontiersman's vision has long since moved on to new frontiers. The metropolis finds it more efficient to start demolition and reconstruction, then to build new shiny structures.
Land becomes a premium, and freedom a dream.
Creativity has refocused into criticism and analyzing the past. Old buildings find ever new functions, and architects specialize in renovation. Young people are taught the sentiment towards age that seems necessary to prevent them listening to the more barbaric frontiersman call of their blood. The cities' main functions are driven by self-cannibalism. The people inside cannot see out.