I've been here all my life.
These walls--These grimy, metal, foliage wrapped walls--is where my world ends. Our land extends in four directions. If you manage to reach the very edges, though, all your innocent eyes will meet with is cold concrete. There isn't anything else to come to, of course: the world ends where the walls stand as a mighty barrier, simple as that.
There are exactly seven members that inhabit my world.
One of them is Mother. Mother Elda.
Mother has always told us that God Himself sent us down from heaven for her to take care of us. As I've grown older, the idea becomes more and more irrational, but we can't think of any other explanation. This is where our world begins and this is where it ends, and we humans couldn't have spawned from anything different.
Anyway, in our boxed realm, the members are as follows:
Vic. No matter what angle you look at him, he's a bit of a goof. Despite his annoying tendencies, he's the closest friend I have here. You'll often find him making rusty pipes into weapons of play or trying to rig the toilet. He was actually successful in doing that once, though his watery victim was no other than Mother. A month's worth of hushed punishment followed after.
Clara. She doesn't really talk much. Actually, out of everyone who lives here, we don't know her personally. She's quite secluded, and she reminds me of a very anxious turtle, one that hides in its shell even at the slightest noise or physical contact. One time I found her sprawled across the library's floor, just staring wide eyed at the ceiling and muttering strange things to herself. Mother tells us often that Clara was a mistake. None of us know what that means.
Felix. He's kind of the tough guy. When something needs to be moved, built or taken care of, he's there in an instant.
These walls--These grimy, metal, foliage wrapped walls--is where my world ends. Our land extends in four directions. If you manage to reach the very edges, though, all your innocent eyes will meet with is cold concrete. There isn't anything else to come to, of course: the world ends where the walls stand as a mighty barrier, simple as that.
There are exactly seven members that inhabit my world.
One of them is Mother. Mother Elda.
Mother has always told us that God Himself sent us down from heaven for her to take care of us. As I've grown older, the idea becomes more and more irrational, but we can't think of any other explanation. This is where our world begins and this is where it ends, and we humans couldn't have spawned from anything different.
Anyway, in our boxed realm, the members are as follows:
Vic. No matter what angle you look at him, he's a bit of a goof. Despite his annoying tendencies, he's the closest friend I have here. You'll often find him making rusty pipes into weapons of play or trying to rig the toilet. He was actually successful in doing that once, though his watery victim was no other than Mother. A month's worth of hushed punishment followed after.
Clara. She doesn't really talk much. Actually, out of everyone who lives here, we don't know her personally. She's quite secluded, and she reminds me of a very anxious turtle, one that hides in its shell even at the slightest noise or physical contact. One time I found her sprawled across the library's floor, just staring wide eyed at the ceiling and muttering strange things to herself. Mother tells us often that Clara was a mistake. None of us know what that means.
Felix. He's kind of the tough guy. When something needs to be moved, built or taken care of, he's there in an instant.
