Cheering for the mortal propensity of humanity is not where I stand, for that requires waiting by the sidelines as nothing but a fan and an acquaintance. Instead, I choose the path of fruition where I can reap the fruits of glory and many triumphant disposition.
I have a desire for belonging in a city that exists in an impossible society with inhabitants that are far beyond the understanding of modern science. That is Romusca. It is the place that exists between heaven and hell, elevated high up in the sky tucked away between the cumulonimbus clouds making it quite impractical to spot unless the conditions are just right.
This place is self-sustainable, self-sufficient, and in a perpetual cycle of burning and freezing. Every day, 200,000 people walk the pavements glazed with enameled crystal that radiates and shimmers with orange hue. The crystals retain and illuminate the ground even in the darkness of the night.