The skyline of Nahari was a dim one, the sun setting, the high clouds of smog taking on a sickly version of the color of the sky. It was almost impossible to see the sun unless you went about ten miles out of the heart of the city, or managed to be rich enough to live above the clouds. In one direction, all you could see were factories and high-rise, worn-down apartments and corporate housing units and even those were lucky to touch the sky on a good day. If you were took look in another, you would maybe see less factories, but more bleak housing. However, if you looked and squinted perhaps just a bit to the left or right, you might see one of the sky-rises, inhabited by only those with money, that peaked up above the smog, giving the most beautiful sight of the natural sky that very few people ever got to see with their eyes more than a few times in their lives.
Below the smog was a bustling metropolis, complete with worn-down streets little used by cars other than taxis, sidewalks co