Trans Allegory

we are all on land that's shitty to us but everyone else thinks it's "fine"
they only complain about it indirectly like, "the crops aren't that good..." "my back hurts..." "my feet are sore..."
it's all the shitty land
you hear rumors that are all but disregarded about if you travel away from the common lands to the cliffs,
there are drop-offs whose bottoms are shrouded in fog with a barely visible glow emanating from the bottom,
like the weakest illumination of a light source
the majority of those who even seek out these rumors never take them seriously,
if they even are able to seek them out
after a while, to the people who know that the land is shitty,
the foggy recesses of the drop-off seems better than the land that they're reluctantly used to
you have to jump and hope you can survive the fall because the shitty land will slowly kill you anyway