The world was far from the sun, but not dark, under the dim purple haze giving it a unique atmosphere. It was like the playful mercy of the light which barely reached there and struggled to graze the layers of gases wrapping around the big ball of rotating earth before continuing to disperse even further as it left the stellar system.
Despite the shadowy existence the planet was forced into however, it was a beacon of modernity and urbanization. It was not just a ball with towns and cities scattered all over its surface or even its depths, but a whole, urbanized planet, with barely any part spared from artificial activity.
Though, if there was one way to describe the architecture of the planet molded with cement and mostly metals and alloys Earth could only keep dreaming about in theories for decades, centuries more, it would be 'elegantly ordered'. And at this moment, it was also alive.
