At Zero Ground, dust mixed with pollution tarnishes the warm colors that could reflect the cobblestones. Trees are reduced to bare masses, now motionless in the fog. Life has fled this place.
(Excerpt The Amber War: Origins, A. Hyphens)

Acritas… The lowest level… As we sink, we find ourselves in narrow alleys, in which the skies have become invisible. Buildings can only be discerned by their vertical mass, emerging from the mist that surrounds every corner… The gigantic pipes of the resource network appear as vulgar ornaments joined to the shaky walls.

But the worst is not the landscape and the weird impression it offers, but well: what lurks. More than just seeing them, we feel the vibrations of the ground when they move… amberguards : huge maintenance robots for some, sentinels for others. They are these guardians who watch over water, energy, everything that Sapiens are supposed to share and some would prefer to keep them to themselves, even if it means steal them.

Some lunatics take the risk of going to this forgotten level of all, hoping for a quick gain, and finding most of the time only death... Why don’t we follow a member of the Cartel quelques secondes avant sa chute ?

Credits

Images : Midjourney Prompts by Alex Hyphens, reworked with photoshop
Music : Enter the Metaverse, Grégoire Lourme/Jamendo (Adobe Stock)
Video editing : Alex Hyphens with Adobe Premiere Rush