Everything has to be ship-shape in IYATIKU ‘s underground domain. She runs it very much on the principle of a big city metro system, but without the buskers and not quite so many delays.
Life is like an underground train line. There is an exit, where babies emerge screaming through the ticket barrier. Your lifetime is spent wandering around the confusing capital, shopping for goodies, trying to find a decent cup of coffee and dodging taxis. When you die you descend back into the underground station... to emerge at some later date very small and helpless as a baby again.
What it’s like inside is not known, but it must be crowded, badly-lit, confused and smelly, with conveyor belts, tracks and warning lights. Visit the London Underground to get a taste.