[ WP ] Humanity has refused to leave Earth , opting instead to build upwards into an ever-expanding world-city surrounding the planet . For an unknown reason , you have been tasked with finding the original surface .

Prologue 
 
 The word fell lightly upon my ears. *Soil. * The substance my grandfather spoke apparently was the key to a world below. Supposedly feeding and nurturing billions of calm beings that moved with the wind and other natural things. 
 He spoke of massive creatures that towered tall, and swayed with a soothing peaceful swishing. Beautiful white grounds touched by breathtaking bodies of water. So much of it that more beings lived in the water than above. 
 
 `` Nice story grandpa, now tell me something real!'' I proclaimed. 
 
 Laughing, he rubbed my head. `` But it is!'' 
 
 `` Nice try grandpa!'' I insisted to hear a more real subject, perhaps more about our reach toward the blackness of the sky. 
 
 `` But Erin, do n't you see? There are living things. Blue, green. Red, yellow. All the colors of the world are at our feet this very moment.'' He smiled amusingly at me. 
 
 It took several seconds before I gave in. `` Tell me more then *grandpa*,'' I said sighingly, half-eager to hear of more stories below. 
 
 `` Well, there are castles built by the Earth that tower hundreds of thousands of feet into the air - their tops covered in white ice.'' 
 
 `` Oh Geeeeeez grandpa, what else?'' I rolled my eyes. 
 
 `` Streams of water,'' he outstretched his arms as wide as he could,'' Stretching for miles that can carry you from one side of the Earth to the other!'' 
 
 `` No, way, grandpa. Grandma, is he for real?'' I pleaded for grandma to make grandpa cease from telling such lies. 
 
 She looked happily to me with a sparkle in her eyes. `` Perhaps you should see for yourself.''
