On the remaining circles below the Guards, day and night were no different. Life existed in a gloomy, shadowy world. A few dying yellow bulbs flickered above the narrow streets and disorderly ruins of what were once homes. Rubble buried signs, blocked doorways, and covered the streets. Once upon a time, these circles mirrored that of C7L1, but over the years, the available resources dwindled, and the people in the higher circles were of higher priority for the success of the Spire. The people left in these lower circles were forgotten, and left to die.

Dust cloaked the air, a thick choking dust, suffocating anyone stupid enough to leave their face bare. Clothes covered these people so completely that only their eyes could be seen, but looking at one another was a quick way to be stripped of all your belongings and cast out to crawl naked in the mud and waste-covered roads. People here lived in dark nooks and cracks, protecting themselves as best they could from the soul-wrenching winds that whipped through the corridors and grabbed at whatever was in its path.

The only way out of life here was death, soul-death, or being sold by your family members to the labs in the hopes of becoming Workers in exchange for resources. Time did not exist here, only constant fear, pain, and darkness.

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