Alone in the tram car, except for wandering lho-vendors and disgusting food carts, you travel for hours steadily towards Coscarla. Rattling on the tracks, the carriage breaks into another hab-vault and begins to slow. An electronic, monotone voice echoes over the comm.<br/><br/>"Coscarla Southern Railhead. Passengers to Coscarla depart. This tram leaves in..." The rest is lost in a haze of static.<br/><br/>You have neither lost nor gained elevation in your journey, but now you have the claustrophobic feeling of being trapped underground. Any little sky you may have glimpsed in the Hive is now lost to the steel girders and bridges the crisscross overhead. Almost all of the buildings are blackened and scotched and many of the foundations show through. Even though it is midday, it is at best shadowy here and the glowlight are pale when they do not flicker.<br/><br/>You have arrived in Coscarla district.