Below street level. Always raining. The neon never blinks off. Encrypted comms, black-market fragments, rumors priced in belief — and the door asks who you've been before it lets you through.
DOOR
Paste your wallet to read your tier.
Some come to listen. Some come to whisper. The door doesn't know your name — it knows your weight. Bonds in the registry, bets won and lost, capsules cracked, bounties claimed. The bouncer doesn't read minds. He reads the chain.
DISTRICTS
RUMOURS, WHISPERED ABOVE
The Belief Pit is live. Every rumour the city carries gets re-priced as stake — TRUE on one side, FALSE on the other, hybrid resolver: operator proposes, dispute quorum of 3 can overrule. Open positions and finalize via /undercity/belief-pit. The casual whisper layer still runs at /rumors if you just want to listen.