Use the image as inspiration for a poem or short story.
Everything was in reverse, an alternate universe if you like, as you looked down at the night lights twinkling like millions of gold dust particles on a blanket of blue.
The glossy white banks flanking the pathway gleamed in the half light like uncut diamonds.
The view was magnificent.
There was just one tiny flaw.
It would take years to reach the bottom on foot, let alone return to the top, as due to cutbacks and a lack of the necessary skilled labour, a lift or escalator had been considered way too expensive, even for the Gods.
What a pity no-one thought of Express travel by Star Light.