Welcome to the Silver Middle, where the sky is a deep shade of gray, and so are the people. A place where the only thing more plentiful than the dust is the existential dread.
Here, the air is so thin, you can see the curvature of the Earth from the top of the skyscraper. And if you're lucky, you might just catch a glimpse of the faint outline of the sun, if only for a brief, shining moment.