Trash, so much trash. Mounds the size of tall buildings litter the man made landscape. Centuries of vehicles and appliances; only god knows what else creates this network of waste. 

The shadows strike me the most, cast down from Olympus. A man made attempt at heaven to sequester the rich. Hiding from the shame they helped create. They say some of the people are as old as 300 years old.

 When your family creates a fortune that would last many lifetimes you start to wonder why you can't continue to enjoy it. 

As resources and space began to dry up the wealthy began to put a price on life. Things once thought essential were now a luxury. Food and water grew scarce but the rich never cared for what was no longer needed. Robots and machines took the place of the everyday man to create anything your imagination could think of. We became the shadow of the world. 

Living ships traverse the skies at their masters leisure. Small crafts dot the skies like flies on feces, seeking out resources and the like. They occasionally land to grab fresh servants. The dregs swarm in hopes of a short life in the clouds, as if the never dying demi gods would care for them up there. Makes me sick.