Below ground, dug deep into the bowels of the earth, are cities. They are the whole of our civilization, separated from each other by miles of rock and sand. Houses, hospitals, and most importantly, government reside in such areas, controlling the lives they hold inside. They are the only place our human race can find sanctuary from the hell above.
Under the sky the blazing sun beats down upon shifting sands. Ever-blowing winds, swirling and raging. Small marked paths are the only means of connection between the cities, and they are used rarely. Rulers of each continue their own separate rule over their people, from which there is no escape.
Usually.
Some people try to overcome the pressure of the dictatorship and flee to areas unknown to all but those who know where they are. Even when knowledge of such a place is acquired, by either word of mouth or sheer accident, acting upon it takes much more energy than simply walking away. The dangers above ground discourage all but the bravest and most foolish from reaching towards the dream of freedom.
I am neither.
I succeeded.
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