As long as I can remember, I've lived underground.
My parents always tell me stories about us having to move underground for the sickness that nearly destroyed our planet. The story was that this place is now filled with gruesome creatures with pale hide and large eyes... Long arms and legs that end in sickly thin fingers and toes. None have hair and all are blind and deaf. My parents say that they are us, just simply mutated from environmental toxins that they practically set on themselves. They wasted away their earth, and I have no sympathy for them.
They scare me, and I just want them to go to the surface, but we have no way to get rid of them.
I once recently went up to the surface to observe.. Their dwellings are wide, square things. Other buildings of theirs reach up into the air as far as anyone can see. I bet you wouldn't be able to fly over them.
This place has jarring periods of time where the earth trembles and objects fall. They eat strange things that are even larger than they are. These things have spots and they make irritating noises. Other things that they eat are shining, bright splotches of color I wouldn't have ever been able to fathom. I've heard that they are called fruits.
My parents told me that before they went underground, this place was in ruins. There were fires that consumed the land. Ashes filled all crevices and drowned out the supposed light that is called the sun. They won't tell mapply it happened, but they will tell me about a place! A place just like this, except our kind is out and about on the surface. The sun is a vibrant yellow and the vegetation is covering the land in rich greens and deep browns.
My parents call this an alternate place that we will always mirror in all ways but one: they are living in the past, and we are the future. I can only hope they see the error of their ways.