looking out into the night, the plain below is a light with 


as far as the eye can see blaze, heat smog

Dingy, soot tained brownstones huddle down narrow streets. The  the air is thick with smoke, which rasps at the lungs. All about is the clamour of obscure industrial processes, the screach of saw, and the ring of the hammer, yet the streets are strangely empty of life.

In daylight hours, the entire metroplis will be blanketed by a layer of smothering brown smog, and at night the lights of furnaces feeding the industrial complex extend as far out along the coastal plain as the eye can see.



smelters feeding the industrial complex