When the continents slipped beneath the waves, humanity chose not salvation — but elevation.
Megastructures rose from the ocean, dividing the world by access tiers: below — salt-choked darkness and rusting docks; above — neon-lit residential sectors; higher still — corporate skies untouched by the tide.
Here, elevators matter more than roads, and status is measured in meters above sea level.
Sea Level Zero is not a catastrophe. It’s a new point of origin.