Though called "Microsha", the old name for the place beneath the surface used be "E'kha D'asi" , or "The Light and Color". In the vast, unknownable darkness of The Deep, this place was the sole beacon of light and life. Here, in this strange oasis, humans survived for countless thousands of years.

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Plants and animals adapted, becoming bioluminescent and evolving in strange ways. Much like the creatures of the caves and deep oceans of the surface, the flora and fauna of Microsha evolved to live in their harsh environments. Even the native peoples changed, becoming extremely pale – almost translucent – and their eyes formed a second iris to aid their sight. Additionally, they have developed a way to see a kind of aura, which they call Colour, and are able to manipulate energies to heal, harm, and console.

 

Their society is ancient and holds fast to their traditions. Even though much of their culture has eroded after contact with the surface, many still speak their own language, practice their own religion, and believe in their own legends. Most Microshans are poor, having to deal with hungry animals who have the power and size to level their homes. Few ever have the money to travel to the surface, and only know what daylight looks like through the crack in their ceiling: The Veil, as they call it.

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Life, however, isn't so bad. The larger cities generate enough electricity that they don't fear the darkness anymore. In the smaller towns and villages, the Fuhals – shaman-like religious leaders and healers – hold up their communities. Whatever misfortune is thrown their way, the Microshans seem to overcome their tragedies and keep pressing forward.

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E'glyssi bahol kle'an: the terrible light gives us strength.

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