------Three friends stand on a cliff overlooking the horizon, below them lies the mountain of filth and garbage that has been accumulating for centuries and is still accumulating right before them. The stench of it all amasses so high that they form smog and dust storms that could be detected from oceans away. People called it the "filth rains" These three and the millions that stood before them didn't mind though. They have practically grew up all their lives scavenging in this mountain.
------Above the mountain past the clouds, past the smog lies the source of the garbage; a floating city shaped like a small moon. "Anikacy" as it's inhabitants called it. It is apparently a utopia where ninety percent of population lived. It's inhabitants call it a refuge but, not the ten percent that still reside in the surface world. To them it is a place that they can never go back to. Their ancestors were sentenced to exile to reside in the surface world.
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