Lights, as if alive, bounced off the glass panels on towering skyscrapers. Arrays of citizens wandered across the busy streets, their taps reverberating in an autonomous symphony.
Honking cars echoed, from everywhere, both in the sky and on land.
Amidst these metropolitan pathways, ambled a cloaked figure. His hidden eyes scanned, confused—in fear.
He journeyed through districts and various Zones, knocking on doors and whispering questions.
When the sun sunk and time lingered at six, the man snuck through an open, red door.
Behind the door, appeared a long luminescent road. Its lights were of reds and blues, walls silver.
Sounds of music resounded distant; the ground shook to the vibrations spreading. All of this came from the two-door entrance ahead. Mist and rays seeped from the middle slit, edges and beneath.
"I hope I don't have to spend anything here, damn you Eltic," the man said while pushing the door open.
