In the underbelly of the earth, a place forgotten by time and shrouded in eternal dusk, the victims of a forsaken world seek solace. Here, Jamariah, named by the clan yet orphaned by tradition, contemplates his existence in this labyrinth of darkness. It is a life where the sky is but a myth, and the winds, when they come, bring no solace, only reminders of unattainable freedoms.

Below, in the heart of the earth, the fire of life perpetually burns, a beacon in the relentless darkness. This eternal flame, fueled by the earth's own breath, defies the desolation surrounding it. During fire-time, a sacred moment marking the end of each day, the stories of the world above are shared. These tales, woven from memories and myths, speak of a realm that Jamariah has only dared to dream of.

In this world, Mara, a lone figure amidst the ruins, moved with purpose through the debris-laden streets. Her eyes, keen and unyielding, searched for remnants of the past amidst the rubble. The wind howled around her, carrying with it the voices of a world that once was. "Survival isn't the same as living," she muttered to herself, a sentiment lost to the gusts that swept through the desolate city.