At ground level, the towers were packed so close together that one blurred into the next, their podiums hardened concrete boxes. From here, the differences stood out—black towers stretched past squat bronze drums, exoskeleton machines soared over glass ziggurats. Each one was threaded with armor-glass blisters; some were filled with rich vegetation, others rainforests and rolling green hills. Alice knew Manhattan’s skies held a different world, but she’d no idea it was so lush .