Kavinila0118
The world is not as it should be.
What most would call the sky does not exist here. There is no sun, no stars, no endless blue stretching above. Instead, there is the CeilingA-a vast, impenetrable expanse that seals the world shut. It is not a sky, but a boundary. Not something to look up at, but something that presses down.
Above it lies **Realme**.
To those below, Realme is not a distant land or a place across oceans-it is directly overhead. What the people of the Below stand on, Realme stands above. What should have been the sky is, in truth, their ground. The two worlds exist layered upon each other, separated by the Ceiling, like an eye forced shut for so long it has forgotten how to open.
The Below lives in permanent darkness beneath this divide. Time blurs without light, survival replaces living, and everything left behind by Realme decays into rust and ruin. It is a place of remnants-of broken structures, forgotten people, and lives that were never meant to be abandoned.
Realme, however, is something else entirely.
It is power. Control. Light that does not reach where it is needed most.
Ruled by the Archon, it is said to be the place where the sky was taken-where light, hope, and even people themselves are stolen from the Below and never returned. The Ceiling remains closed, unmoving, as if the world itself has decided the two should never meet again.
But not everyone accepts that fate.
Because somewhere beneath the darkness, in a world that has been sealed away for nearly a billion years, a plan is forming-
-to break the Ceiling,
-to reach Realme,
-and to take the sky back.