It was a red sky on the horizon, painted with pink misshapen clouds dotting the view, a massive, rising, ever expanding red moon sat, peering at the civilization below. It was like, raising levels of structures, stacking above one another almost as the buildings reached towards the moon. They were worn down, but covered in construction materials, cranes, slings, all hanging off and attaching to one another, like an old city that was being remodeled. Several towers, well over a dozen extended between the buildings, smoke towers from the industry, bellowing out dark clouds of pollution into the skyline. Iyra took in the smell, smoke, pollution, over population, and water, she looked down from the landing pad the Aetherius had docked on. Open air, nothing but water around them for a mile befo