The ballad of Ranchu

He was born for great things, that he knew. What it was ,he did not know yet but he could feel it, he could feel it beating along with his heart in constant competition ,teasing and reminding it that Faith was just as important. The others did not understand, they were too content within the confinements of the “see-through” wall, for them it was the world and it was enough. For Ranchu, it was a prison, a prison that shrunk along with time. Sometimes he could swear that he felt the wall closing in and then the cold invisible hands of panic would choke him ,leaving him gasping for breath. The dreams of the world that lay beyond the wall haunted him and grew on him like a tumor.
The wall was a marvel,it could not be seen but it was there..cold and solid like reality . There were times when the fortification would vibrate ,as if awakening from a long deep slumber ,sending ripples of unadulterated excitement through his body and on excruciatingly rare occasions when the light from the “small sun” (inside)and the real sun(outside) embraced like long lost brothers,the wall would rejoice and mimic life of its own.Ranchu spent hours staring into the eyes of his ghost,sometimes with the playful pleasure of the young and unwanting, sometimes with the deep melancholy of a lover looking into the eyes of his beloved for the last time.It was hard to imagine that the humans had created such a wonder,but then again humans were capable of great things,evil things,the invisible prison stood testament to that end.

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