Westminster Abbey, a physical embodiment of British history and power, hums with a low, almost imperceptible thrum of the uncanny, mirroring the hidden city of Kraken. Walking through its towering arches and labyrinthine corridors, one can't help but feel the weight of centuries, much like Billy Harrow feels the weight of his own mundane life colliding with the ancient, unknowable forces beneath London. The Abbey's grand scale and meticulous detail—the carved figures, the stained glass, the monumental tombs—become a visual representation of the layers of belief and obsession that permeate Miéville's London. Knowing the story, a visitor might find themselves looking beyond the Abbey's official narrative, searching for the cracks in its facade, the subtle hints of the city's secret, tentacled heart beating just beneath the stone.