Chapter 7 : NeoLand
Long ago, Earth's face, a canvas worn, Bore centuries of scars , deeply torn. By conflict's cruel hands , by neglect's slow decays , By nature's fierce wraths , by humanity's folly ways... The rising seas crept, devoured the shore , While fiercer storms raged... cities no more . Stood firm against tremors that ripped through the ground, And life's fragile balance, precarious, spun round. Old nations sought refuge , repair , a dream , But the land grew more fragile, a fading, sad gleam. The skies, ever heavier, with change's dark, From the crucible, humanity forged a new path . We turned our gaze outward and inward. Outward, to the vast embrace of the oceans - those endless horizons that once threatened to consume us. Inward, to the fragile sanctuaries of the mind and spirit, seeking harmony amidst chaos. The floating cities were born from necessity and hope - immense honeycomb structures, engineered to drift calmly on the waves, designed to withstand tempe...