20/11/2021, 20:57 - 21:15.
I had left my hometown years, maybe decades ago. I had left civilized land behind and crossed the wide desert at The Ends to get here. But now, I could finally see it. Looming in the distance, The Wall stood tall, taller than I could have ever imagined. It was as dark as the night sky, yet it felt bright, as if it were calling me to cross that unthinkable border.
And so, I obliged.
It took me probably two days to finally reach it, but there I was, standing before that single door at the end of the world. I had devoted so much time to wondering what could be hidden there, what may lie on the other side of that obsidian barrier, that it had never occurred to me that I would actually get to find out one day.
It made me feel insecure.
I decided to wait.
My last day on this land was spent sitting on that white sand, with my back resting on the wall. I did not eat, I did not sleep.
I thought of my family, of my mother’s smile. I reminisced about my childhood, about playing on the fields with the neighbours’ kids and their dog, and then about turning eighteen and being sent to the Capital. I remembered the torture, the forceful discipline. And then, I thought back to the day I had first learned about The Wall.
After the sun had set and then risen again, I got up.
A faint glow could be seen on the other side of the door, very far away but ever shining. I took a step forward, and then another, and then another.
The continent was left behind. All that mattered from then on was that light.
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