Wall

There was a small village, and everyone who knew of existence called it Home (because there weren't many people who knew, just the people who lived there). Closely surrounding Home was a vast Wall that rose high and high in to the sky, and it was possible to say that no one knew where it ended.

No one questioned the Wall. The Wall held them in their place. The Wall was there to protect them. The wall was all-knowing. The Wall was even worshipped by a fifth of the population (ten people).

Talk about trying to bypass the Wall was quickly hushed.

The Wall rose high, and wound its way around the perimeter of the village. No one knew how thick it was, and the grey material it was made of was tough, but it was not hard, a bit like hard rubber. It was unsure what it was made of, but it was put through fire, and drills, and nothing could budge the Wall.

Some brave fools, reckless and daring, tried to prove everyone wrong, to find out what was beyond the Wall. They dug, but found that the Wall was positioned in the soil as well, no matter how deep they dug. They tried to climb, but no ladder (or amount of ladders melted together) was tall enough. They tried to ram the Wall down, and was thwarted by the Wall once again. It looked as if destiny was forcing them to accept the Wall as it is: Unmovable.

One day the Wall collapsed.

The Wall fell down. All the rubble crushed the whole village, but miracously, none of the villagers were harmed ( the Wall wasn't hard, and the pieces of just bounced of everyone). Some villagers cheered, some were terrified. What was beyond the Wall, which had been around from the start?

When the dust settled, the villagers gasped at what they saw.

Another wall.

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