The future is conflicted. A part of it is dark, grim and dystopian, succumbing to constant, oppressive smog, enviromental disaster, and pervasive overcrowding. The other part, though, is lush, green, and pastoral. It always smells of morning dew on rolling hills. The downside is that there is little of significance to do, its dullness is simply a novelty for most.
The two parts only exist in harmony because of a single thread, if one encroaches too far onto anothers space, the thread might snap in the world would be thrown into disaray.