Seven Levels Below

The capital city of Asdria, from the lowest levels, is shockingly colorful. The neon signs lighting up almost every doorway in the dimness of the underworld sends sharp, fluorescent beams shimmering into the air. The hum of the city life and electric street lights cover the lack of bird cries and leaves rustling in the breeze. The light from the sun doesn't trickle down into the depths anymore, not with the steely skyscrapers packing the air and city blocks, trapping the lower levels in the early morning fog. The eighth and lowest level exudes an underlying stench of every activity that occurs on its streets, both legal and very much not. In the figurative heavens, the monarch's palace, located on the edge of the highest level, is so pristine and bright in the reflected pinks and oranges of the evening sunset that thought of the dangerous life occurring beneath it is laughable.