Seraph

When you first glimpse Seraph, it hangs suspended in the sky like a great island. It has been a long journey to come here. It took a lot of effort to visit here. It doesn’t feel like a city nor a country, but it feels like a kingdom. It is 2150, but here, I feel like I went back to the 1900s. The people here say that fifty years ago, it still stood on the ground like any other place, its streets anchored by soil, its buildings rising from the earth. But that was before they discovered the element. They tell you that under Seraph’s mountains, scientists found a substance that could defy gravity. One day, the country just floated. The air around Seraph is thin, not just because of the altitude, but because of the way it feels. Every step that I take, I feel like there are people watching, so I have to be really careful in what I do. There is a weird feeling of fear and suppression. Feeling isolated, feeling like there is only this place in the world. From the ground, it is impossible to tell if the people above are happy, though their king once called Seraph a Utopia. The shining towers, brilliant in the sun, and speak of wealth.