"In this underground city I call home, I would still like to see the sky above, hear the leaves fluttering in the wind; the little breeze that reminds me of the tropical gale above and to smell the rain that drizzles down. I would like to know if it is a picture perfect day, or is the moon shining bright tonight? let me feel the colour of the tropical sun as I explore this subterranean metropolis of artificiality."