The City on the Rocks

The man left the alley, back to the main street. Besides some brave souls, who left the warmth of the nearby tavern to venture home, down the street, no one was seen outside. With slow steps, not even slightly bothered by the rain, the man made his ways towards the cliff. Passing alleys, rapids of rainwater on the streets’ sides and some warm and comforting light, shining inside the buildings in the cold night. The steep cliff grew bigger and bigger, as he walked towards it. One last time, he saw the great lifts, connecting High- and Low-Town. But his destiny was one of the cave entrances, leading into the third, forbidden part of the city. The chthonic Never-Town.
As he entered the dim dark of the tunnel, a soft song left his whistling lips. A sad melody from times gone by, forgotten by most.