The Trekking Flamingo Runaway City's Ongoing Crisis

The tall buildings—with a rusted metallic sheen—were sprawled together as though they were placed without a second thought. They rose high into the air, seemingly attempting to touch the sky. 

However, the radiant evening sun was blocked by ashy and black smoke clouds, darkening the small metropolis beneath it and making it appear to belong to another world entirely rather than being part of a moving mechanized habitat in the shape of a flamingo.

When viewed in its entirety from both perspectives—the outside and the inside—it amazed an individual.

Orion walked down the street, sensing the tingling torches of a foul stench that lingered in the air, pervading his nose. It was like the scent of burnt rubbish mixed with the imaginary scent of a mermaid living in sewage. Of course, he didn't know the latter; it was merely an assumption.