As night turned to day, thin rays of light reached their tendrils across the barren, dry cracked ground that stretched far beyond the sight of the human eye. The large ball of fire rose slowly above the desolate plains, the once bright golden sun now a weak yellow clouded by the thick, choking haze made up of smoke, radiation, and dust. The night sky gradually turned from a solid black devoid of any stars to a brownish white. Throughout the Spire a normal day was starting for every citizen within its safe, high walls, and protective dome mimicking the ozone layer that once naturally protected them.