The sky! The Glorious Sky! The stars shining like a glittering fiery spread across the inky blue! A universe boundless with the nebulas and galactic arrays of celestial majesty. A God capable of such works is surely beyond the conception of mere men; but it won’t likely be long till men take their first fledgling steps amongst those stars.
Beneath it the elegant spires and ivory riches of the Overcity: resplendent and shining in the light of the blinding heavens. Libraries and meeting halls full of the Great and Good all nestle in these angelic perches far above the ground. The tomes and works of academia and High Thought spread amongst the clouds and there is little that must be done beyond think and create. Spread between these towers long embellished catwalks that glitter like a spider’s web amongst the long tall spines of the towers.
That sits above the ordinary people in their slums; sprawled out for miles across the rigidly divided broken lands; an ocean of rooftops and concrete as far as the eye can see even from the very highest of the towers above. The people who live down here have a much harder life; struggling to get buy on what little can still be gleaned from the struggling land. Crime is common and hunger ubiquitous; but the glimmer in every man, woman and child when looking up at those spires pulls them through it all. The promise of hope pulling them from the depths of despair.
But below the slums are the sewers; a labyrinth stretching almost a mile underground and with edges so distant and unmaintained that likely no one is aware of the entire boundary of them; only they extend even further out than the cities do. Down here are the truly destitute; barely surviving in the lightless suffocating depths with only the run off of the land far above that trickles all the way through the soil and down the gutters and through the gaps in the rocks and into the “rain catchers” on the roofs of the Sewer homes for water. Rats are the true kings here; with men simply an afterthought; the peasants in a land of Rat Kings and sewer urchins. The people here do their best to get by; but dare not explore the deepest depths of the networks of sewers; long since abandoned by men.
Down there, in the very bowels of the Undercity, lie places built by men and gods but left to rot by both. Where nature smoothed out caverns man bent them into tunnels then left them. Down there only the hardiest Rats will even dare venture; for the horrors that lie in those depths defy any description by men. Those who get lost in these parts here a splat or squelch, see a horrible hole-filled eye or cheek, and are devoured: never to be seen again.
But even that is not the lowest point; for below those depths, unbeknownst to the likes of mere men, lie things that even the horrors dare not face; things that were best left to those dark depths.
Otherwise who knows; they might just remember there’s something above them.