The Rainbow Tier

The Rainbow Tier

The Rainbow Tier is a stack of cities that coincides with the colors of the rainbow. The base starts red, the top shines a royal violet. Where the richest live beneath golden sun and beautiful clear skies, above the petty hardships of life. Where the poor live quite literally beneath the rich. Where the lawless rule both the lowest and highest of levels.

Welcome to the Red Tier, where the world shines in brilliant crimson hues. Where the people wear dirt-smudged frocks in the deepest scarlet. The Red is the cesspool, the lowest of tiers, where people forget basic humanity. Criminals roam the streets, drugs are the lifeblood. There are no friendly neighbors, there is no climbing up. The Red is where humanity goes to die. Hope is for the tiers above, a silly notion this is quickly crushed beneath layers of mud and filth.

And just above the angry tinted smog looms the Orange.

Orange really isn’t much better than the Red. The food is little better than the Red’s rotting scraps. Here they can dream of the tiers up high, of the possibility of surviving the lesser levels. Their orange jumpers are memories of clean pressed clothes, not quite the softened cotton of yellow, but a touch softer than the scratchy wool from below. There are only whispers of dangers at night, only hints that life could be worse, that they’re only a level away from losing what human decency they keep in a tightened fist.

Hope is a slim dreamy notion the comes from brief glances at the ceiling of Yellow.

Yellow is happy, content. The level with the least want and the most enduring. Yellow thrives on finding treasures, the broken discards from levels above. Salvagers and creators build their lives how they want and are happy for it. The food is bland but warm, their clothes are clean and soft. The streets are tidy and clear of filth. Yellow is good.

Yellow look up and are content to forever gaze at green-tinted skies.

Green shines like the foliage it grows. The trees rise tall and strong reaching for the skies of false blue, the people do the same. Their food is fresh and hard-earned, their clothes the softest and lightest of cotton. They work, they clean, they sleep warm and safe. Red is a tale they tell to keep the children behaved. Green keep their wealth close for sharing is beneath them. Green is people working toward more, more, more. They must not merely give away their hard-earned possessions, for that is utterly unfair. Green is the beginning of luxury and the beginning of discontent.

Green look up in envy of Blue’s ease-filled life.

Blue is fair and noble. Work is done by only a few, and even then it is nowhere near the hardness of Green. Blue live orderly. Blue live easily. Blue is strict, make a fuss and the levels below are gifted one more soul. Soft are their hands and spotless are their cobbled streets. Order is the law of Blue. Blue is easy. Blue is luxury. Blue is too terrified to lose their easy comfort, so Blue stays in order.

Blue wishes for the power above, to sit and dictate all as the Indigo does.

Indigo is regal and lords over the governments. They regulate the masses, the population, the tiers. They keep the people dreaming, working, wishing. Those who do not obey the Tiers in which they reside are cast lower. Indigo are perfect in appearance, for perfection is what they strive for. Their homes are grand and achingly spotless. Indigo are minimal and clutter free, for perfection is who they are. Indigo is perfectly discontent.

Indigo keep their appearances and glare to the Violet above in envious distaste.

Violet is a dream. Violet is comfort and possessions and wealth. Violet is a single gleaming castle full of riches. They are swathed in the purest of silks. Their home is lavish, their feasts immaculate. Violet do not work and do not pretend perfection, for they can buy anything, own anything, and do anything. Any work that is needed, is done by people swathed in a variety of the colors from below. Violet picks their human slaves, called servants, from the tiers below, for Violet owns the Tiers. Violet are the masters of all. Their word is law. What Violet wants, Violet gets, no matter the means of obtaining. Violet lacks in human decency as much as Red, but they are rich, and do not admit to fault.

Violet looks down and thrives on the despair from the Tiers below for they are gods above humanity.

The Rainbow Tier is a stack of cities that coincides with the colors of the rainbow. The base starts red, the top shines a royal violet. Where the richest live beneath golden sun and beautiful clear skies, above the petty hardships of life. Where the poor live quite literally beneath the rich. Where the lawless rule both the lowest and highest of levels.

End.