I'll Follow You Down -

Elias slumped against the cold metal beside her, his lungs burning, his boots ruined. He reached out and took her hand.

Hours bled into a fever dream of grime. The air grew thick, tasting of ozone and ancient rot. He passed the 'Hollows,' where people with translucent skin watched him with wide, unblinking eyes. He didn't stop. He followed the faint, rhythmic pulse on his tracker—the beacon he’d tucked into Lena’s pocket weeks ago "just in case." I'll Follow You Down

Eventually, the vertical tunnels opened into a vast, silent cavern. At the center sat an old atmospheric processor, humming with a soft, bioluminescent glow. And there, sitting on a heap of scrap, was Lena. She was covered in grease, her eyes fixed on a small, green sprout growing from a crack in the floor—the first real life Elias had seen in years. Elias slumped against the cold metal beside her,

He looked into the abyss. It was a throat of twisted metal and steam, miles deep. Most people spent their lives looking up at the spires, dreaming of the sun. Elias only cared about the shadows. "Then I’m changing direction," he said. He stepped off the ledge. The air grew thick, tasting of ozone and ancient rot

"You don't have to do this," the drone hovering over his shoulder buzzed. Its optic lens flickered blue, a cold imitation of concern. "The atmospheric pressure alone will crush your lungs before you hit the mid-levels. Statutory law says she’s already processed."

The fall wasn't a clean drop; it was a desperate scramble. He caught a rusted service rail, the jolt nearly tearing his arm from its socket, and began the long climb into the belly of the world.

The rain didn't just fall in Sector 4; it dissolved. It was a caustic, neon-soaked drizzle that ate at the hem of Elias’s coat as he stood at the lip of the Great Descent. Below him lay the Sub-Strata, a vertical graveyard of rusted pipes and forgotten people where the city’s light never reached. Somewhere down there, in the dark, was Lena.