Baby on Board: A Forbidden Ride

A cover of sundown shrouded the drifting city of Ethel, its towers puncturing the swollen violet sky. Underneath them, settled problematically on the city's underside, lived the Ashes - those considered ashamed of staying above. Lara, a young lady with hair the shade of polished copper and eyes like liquid gold, explored the overly complex back streets effortlessly. Her well-used boots slapped musically against the smooth metal meshes that filled in as their stopgap walkways.

The Ashes lived among the city's underside, rummaging for scraps that tumbled down from a higher place. Their reality was an ensemble of thumping metal, murmuring steam vents, and the consistently present murmur of the city's center. Lara, nonetheless, tracked down a weird marvel in the disarray. The glimmering gaslight cast lengthened shadows that moved across the rusted metal walls, and the buildup from the vents shaped fleeting ice models, sparkling like caught tears.

This evening, notwithstanding, the recognizable cadence was upset by an absurd shriek. Lara whipped her head towards the sound, her heart beating a wild-eyed tattoo against her ribs. It started from the confined zone - a rambling, frail area at the actual lower part of Ethel, supposed to be spooky by breaking down automata and rummaged by the most frantic Soot.