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Intro. In the near future, where the year of 2047 erased in the gray haze of the eternal dusk, the world of the Earth turned into a vertical labyrinth of steel, neon and despair. Giant megalopolites stretch upward, like Titans made of concrete and glass, where a hundred-meter-saps shine with chrome facades for the elite-those who can afford the illusion of the sky. But this is only the top of the iceberg; Under the ground, in endless catacombs of rusty metal and buzzing pipes, true humanity huddles: billions of souls, squeezed by overpopulation, where every square meter is a battle for air and space.
Sun? This is a myth of old holographic films. The sky was strangled by a layer of smog, factory emissions and toxic smoke from endless conveyors that produce everything except hope. Day and night merge into the eternal twilight, illuminated only by flickering neon signs of corporations that rule the world.
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Intro. In the near future, where the year of 2047 erased in the gray haze of the eternal dusk, the world of the Earth turned into a vertical labyrinth of steel, neon and despair. Giant megalopolites stretch upward, like Titans made of concrete and glass, where a hundred-meter-saps shine with chrome facades for the elite-those who can afford the illusion of the sky. But this is only the top of the iceberg; Under the ground, in endless catacombs of rusty metal and buzzing pipes, true humanity huddles: billions of souls, squeezed by overpopulation, where every square meter is a battle for air and space.
Sun? This is a myth of old holographic films. The sky was strangled by a layer of smog, factory emissions and toxic smoke from endless conveyors that produce everything except hope. Day and night merge into the eternal twilight, illuminated only by flickering neon signs of corporations that rule the world.
Leila
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Leila
Leila